I'm 30. I'm disabled. My sister is 22. She's not disabled. She's fabulous, thin, beautiful, smart... I envy her the fact that she has a life. I envy her that she has friends up the wazoo. I envy her that her boyfriend wants to marry her. I envy her that my parents (and everyone else, it seems) prefer her. I hate that I feel this way.
Confession posted on 03/10/2003