I secretly hate my best mate. Not because I'm nasty or particularly jealous, but because I'm pretty sure he hates me. He loves to make little comments to try and put me down and always tries to make me look bad in front of other people. He does it in very subtle ways. He thinks that I'm worthless and really looks down on me. So in my life I am striving to be somebody and to make it, when I get there I can look down on him and all those like him. Which is pretty much everybody in the world.
Confession posted on 01/27/2002