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Monday, March 05, 2007

Am I competitive? Or do I just get jealous easily?
Why is it that everytime someone excels me, I feel this deep sense of failure?
I'm not superficial, I just don't want to ruin some other person's GREAT day by sulking or
making a big fuss out of it.
Yes, I am sincere when I say "That's great! I'm so happy for you." But the feeling that follows just
digs down deep, adding weight to the hills of other past failures and hurts.
I admit, I am afraid of failure.
And I am afraid of people deserting me. But why is it I feel guilty everytime I feel this way?