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I'm a jealous person.

I can admit it. Insecure. Due to things I've done or had done to me. Most of the time, I can't control it. Like there's an ugly green monster that appears out of nowhere. Next thing you know, I'm the Hulk. Ready and willing to tear you to shreds. It's a scary feeling. Being out of control. Racing heart. Clenched fists. Holding your breath.

I'm a jealous person, but I want to stop.