Jealousy Memes And Quotes Novels & Stories

[What kind of trash bag are you, holding so much garbage?] [Peacocks flaunt their tails to attract mates. What's your excuse for parading your ass online?] [Patricia Harris, why don't you just die?] [Slut, you're probably wild in private, right? That video's gone viral.] [Heard you're diseased. Stay home! Don't infect us!] I stared at my phone screen, the barrage of insults washing over me. Doctored memorial photos and grotesque AI-generated images assaulted my eyes.

One more bruised and flawed, one with a corrupted mindset. “I can’t look at him the same way as before. I don’t know him now.” “Hey, look at me.” He cupped her cheeks and made her look at him. “It’s fine if you want to forget him and his existence. But you shouldn’t forget that you were once happy with him. I’m not jealous because you haven’t met me then. Happy memories are unforgettable memories, but sadly, they can only stay as memories and can never happen again. Treasure those. Let them stay in your heart as fertilizers to keep your heart blooming with positivity, schatzi.”

I hiss, shoving at his chest. His laugh is dark, sinful. “Jealous? Sugar, I’m beyond jealous. I’m insane for you. And when you act like this… it drives me fucking mad.” To Be Continued...

But just as I was about to move forward, Emma shoved me back. She blinded me with a laser pointer. "You really think you can compete with me? Just because you got accepted? That spot should've been mine," she said, laughing as I screamed, unable to stop the searing pain. In the end, I lost sight in my right eye. But my mother defended Emma. "Emma was just joking, and you're blowing it up? You're not totally blind—you can still go to college, can't you? What's there to fuss about? If you call the police, let them take me away."

“Their tongues are in their mouths, but we live in our own world. So what’s the point of getting angry?” Mona’s heart wasn’t quite that big. She huffed in frustration. “Still! We rely on our abilities to make a living—why should we be their laughingstock? They’re just jealous of how you manage to look that good and be that good. Jealousy makes people ugly. What a bunch of ugly people.” Adriana chuckled. “Jealousy, when it hits deep enough, is an admission that they can't measure up. And when it builds to a certain level, it turns into envy—they’ll have no choice but to look up to you. Believe it or not.”