I can’t Help it.

Jealousy, being the strange strange creature that it is, lives in the recesses of the most mundane moments. And sometimes it is harder to address why we feel the way we feel than it is to feel the feeling itself.

Published by Erin Rose Belair

I write because maybe you have felt this way as well. Because​ none of us truly love or ache alone.

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