Hate it

I hate it.

It makes me jealous. It makes me curious. It makes me angry and doubtful and upset and hurt and nosy. 

If make me that girl. That girl who doesn't let her boyfriend go to parties. That girl who wants to know who he talked to and for how long and what was said. It makes me want to say you can't. It makes me that girl. 

I hate being that girl. 

But you've left me no choice. 

And I hate it. 

-Beaskie