Jealousy is a terrible feeling.
Worse than love, it creeps into your mind all the time, poisoning your every thought.
The aching feel of guilt, but worst than that, the feeling of accomplishement when you **** up the life of someone you hate.
It’s a terrible feeling.
All for the name of Jealousy, that evil God who decides for you who to be jealous of, who to hate.
He does not care about empathy.
He does not care about anything.
He is Satan’s minister, and evil is his work of art.
His obssession.
I am the canvas on which he paints Red.