. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Jealousy. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . i loathe her more and more everytime she speaks. i imagine one of her pink spikes impaling her breast. i see her falling, clawing for love. i pitty her. i hate her. i despise her. i DONT envy her!