I’m sorry for stalking you on facebook and the internet, for secretly interacting with you through your honesty box, for calling campus police on your birthday party.
I’m just jealous of you.
You’re so secure, confident, funny, stylish, outgoing and (seemingly) happy. I wish I could have been your friend, you’re such a talented writer, speaker and singer, I would do anything to be like you.
In fact, I wish I was you.