Jealousy, jealousy - Olivia Rodrigo

Chuuya kinda wanted to throw his phone across the room.. all he sees is people too good to be true. With paper-white teeth and perfect bodies.. he wished he didn't care so much.

He knew their beauty's not his lack, but it felt like that weight is on his back, and he can't let it go.

Comparison was killing him slowly. He thought too much 'bout people who didn't even know him. He was so sick of himself, He'd rather be anyone else..

Jealousy, jealousy..