When I was happy, you came up to me and asked to join. I didn't say no because I was happy that someone was actually choosing me. You walked beside me as long as there was sunlight. But when it got dark and I stumbled and fell, you just turned around and walked away, leaving me laying here, well knowingly that I couldn't get up again without help. But you decided the night wasn't for you. You prefered the sunlight, and truly, I cannot be mad at you for this choice. It's difficult to like the night for you can't see obstacles that clearly. No, I'm not mad. I'm jealous. Because you are happy, and I'm not.