I'm feeling exactly what the title says right now.
Envy.
And the more I'm envious, the more I feel like I'm not really special at all.

Warning: Excessive ramblings ahead. Continue at your own risk.

Okay, okay. Let me clear this up for you, the reader.
Basically, I'm implying that my brothers are special and I'm not. 
I mean, everytime I look at it, my brothers have their own unique talents and well, my talents are mostly similar to theirs.
It's like I'm a mixture of them both and that really doesn't make me feel special at all.
Yes, I joke about it with my family and sometimes my friends; but when I truly thought about it today... 
I hate it.

Let's see; my oldest brother loves art and his own art skills are amazing. 
My second brother is mostly interested in music & football. He can play the guitar, piano and harmonica. (He can't read piano notes, though. He never went for piano lessons. & I'm not sure about the harmonica, but he owns one.) He can play football, but prefers watching it more.
Then there's me.
My similar talents;
I can draw and play the piano.

I can also play netball, which doesn't really count since my brothers would never really play it anyway...
The only thing that I can do which isn't similar is that I can understand Japanese and write Korean.
But those don't count either because my Japanese isn't fluent and I can only write a bit of Korean.

I'm plain, aren't I?

My personality is also a mix of my siblings; but it'll make me feel worse, so let's just not dicuss it.

My mood will probably change sooner or later. But I'm still positive that I'm worthless.
So, yeah. Guess I'll end my ramblings, then go down to eat alone. (parents & brothers went out to the new Giant...)


Ttyl, then . ♥