When I was 13 and at boarding school, a friend wrote me a note saying that she couldn’t be my pal any more. The reason? She was jealous of me and felt this was bringing out the worst in her (I already knew she had been talking about me behind my back).
Her note – which was tremendously self-aware, to be fair – said it was too hard to be friends with someone who had ‘everything’.
She was jealous that I had lots of beauty products and trendy clothes, even though I did share these with her.
I’m not sure I had everything,
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