




My number one big sin. Because I swear, every time I look at people I see how lucky they are. And being surrounded by high-achieving people doesn’t really help either. They’re bright bright people shining in the national and international stage. And I know a lot of people tell me I’m great as I am now, but I can’t help feeling like a second—no, third, maybe fourth-rate person. The one who’s above average but never good enough. The one who doesn’t know what she wants, and at times when she knows, is never able to get what she does want.
It’s a phase. I know it is. And I know people would say I should use all the envy as an energy to push me forward.
But at the moment, I just can’t help feeling envious.