You are envious of many people. Envious of those who can charm others with their words; who can captivate them effortlessly. Envious of those who naturally know just the way to bring out the joy in others. Envious of those whose confidence never seem to waver out of line.
You are sick and tired. Sick of many things. Sick of submitting to disappointment time and time again. Tired of constantly feeling like a misfit; like a square peg trying its hardest to fit in a round hole. Tired of being a burden, or maybe even a no-hope.
But now that you've mulled it over, perhaps you are not sick of many things after all—no, it is an amalgamation of being sick and tired and envious of everything that isn't you.
