Everywhere I go

I wrote a post card for PostSecret, which really wasn't a secret.

But more of an observation.

It said:

I don't know why some people have earned or deserved the love they have in their lives.  I know of many people who have cheated on their lovers, yet still are forgiven and kept despite their abhorrent betrayal.

I have never been unfaithful.
I have always tried my best to be a good girlfriend.

I am smart, nice, funny, and a good person.

But I always find myself so alone.

Surrounded by people who don't deserve the love they have, in my eyes.

I am so jealous.

When will I be loved?

(and in smaller text:)

Probably never.

But I already knew that.

I decided not to send it.  And I made a different one.

That is, of course, a secret.