In between the lines

In between my excitement and nervousness of what might be coming up in my life, lies the usual pain that seems to always be lurking beneath. I swear it is like having a scab and just when you think it has healed and you forget about it, it pops up again and either the scab is picked or ripped off.

I should be happy. I should be able to be strong and get through anything. But my nemesis always comes back to haunt me. Time and time again.

Jealousy.