the green monster.

jealousy.
It sits deep in my chest, snapping and snarling and hungry. Usually it's kept at bay in a drugged slumber, but not today. Or yesterday. It's easy to say that things aren't fair. It's harder to shrug it off and scan the english classfieds for shitty jobs. The truth is that we are all sort of competing for the sweet job, and only a few of us can have it. I've just got to ignore the monster, and carry on.
Easier said than done.
I don't know why I seem to think that I am more deserving.
The bird caged inside of Dunkin' Donuts is signing.