Heres where I spill the beans, and you think you know exactly what I'm talking about. You know what though? You really don't.

Sometimes, I can't help but feel jealous. Not of you (I'd hate to be you), but of the way you never get left out of anything. Just once I want someone to organise some huge party and not invite you, just so you can feel what its like. And the saddest part is that I, even after admitting that still can't bring myself to do it. Because lets face it, everyone would come just to see you anyway.

H.