And Then Comes the Lonliness

I hate myself for feeling this way, but it's not like I didn't hate myself sometimes anyway. I should be happy for my best friend, but instead I'm jealous. Not that I want was he has, but I want the same opportunities. And I don't know why I don't have them.

He's not better than me, so why do these things always happen to him and not me? I guess he's just lucky, but what makes him so special?

I should just be glad for him. I shouldn't be jealous. I should just be content with what I have and not compare myself to him. . . . Shouldn't I?