No. 1

I saw this website on someone's Instagram. My first thought was to hate her, not because she'd done anything, but because she had the audacity to express what she felt deep inside, something I was scared to do. I was so jealous, a seething green eyed jealousy because I could never explain to anyone, that I wanted to scream, I wanted to shake every boy who'd screwed me over, and shriek at every friend who'd ever left me. I yearned for a courage like hers. She posted the hurt and the happy, and questioned the authority who tried to keep her silent. Finally I pondered why could I hate someone for using their voice, when all I wanted was to use mine?