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Jump4Joy
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I always complain that I hate feelings because I really do. As much as I’m happy for someone, there is a little inkling of envy there. Why? There are times I’m completely happy for someone else. It happens. Why do humans have so many negative feelings? There were times I felt jealous when someone who wasn’t my boyfriend, just I guy I really liked, asked out someone else. Is that entitlement? Why can’t I be normal and nonchalant about things that don’t go my way? Or I find myself taking jokes the wrong way or getting angry over little things. I pray BUT WHY CAN’T I BE PERFECT? Maybe I’ll upgrade to the rosary. Why do we have these nasty insecurities? I know we aren’t supposed to be vain. Every now then and I’ll discover something on my body I don’t like. Maybe a pimple or I gained weight unexpectedly. I know our bodies are temporary. Why can’t I be perfect? If I’d stop posting here if I wasn’t so frustrated with myself ALL THE TIME.