Beware the Green Eyed Monster

"O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss,
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:
But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!"
- Othello by William Shakespeare

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I know I was supposed to upload my 300^th picture, but screw it. I'm moving to a new account anyways. (Speaking of which, if you happen to find it, don't get excited. There's NOTHING there since I'm moving my gallery over, etc.)

Sigh. I confess, I am ashamed to post up such a negative picture after being gone for so long but oh well. I've got an over-whelming feeling of jealousy lately and I hate it. It's such an immature feeling for me, especially since I know the cause of it and how absolutely irrational it is. I just...
I get an idea, and I'm so excited about it and then I come to places like here, or I go to school and I see the exact same idea, except it's done ten times better. It makes me so mad. I feel so uncreative and pathetic. I'm disgusted with myself for even thinking that I could have such an idea that wasn't already done better, but I also feel shear hatred towards the person for simply doing it. How stupid is that?

Aaaaaaaaaaagh. Whatever. I'm just being a child. And Othello is my favorite Shakespearean play. The Tragedy of MacBeth was good until all my favorite characters fucking died. Goddamnit.
Return of Photoshop FTW!

Red (c) ~Stacyandbuddehs