I Am Insecure

There's this girl who's good in math, a talented singer, great dancer, has a great body, considered a beauty, popular, smart, great in performing, and several others.

And then... There's me who is poor in math, can barely sing a proper note, has two left feet, in terrible shape, a nerd, and several others.

She came from an affluent family. And from what I see, she's perfect in my eyes. She's good in everything to the point that I want to get ahead of her.

I never wished ill upon her. In my mind, I just feel that I... want to be ahead of her. I'm so sorry.

I'm so insecure to the point that I feel like I'm nothing. Her talents are useful, and mine is useless. I mean, who needs my skills these days. She can do a lot and help a lot, and I feel so useless.

I want to make a difference with what I have, but I have nothing. I'm just... not great.

Why do insecurity keeps getting the best of me?

I, somehow, always compare myself to her in my mind. What do I have that she doesn't have? I suppose... I don't know it myself.

I'm insecure. I admit it. Faith, I'm so sorry. Sorry for being two-faced. I'm sorry for my horrible thoughts.