it's started again, the insane jealousy.

i think it's a guage for me of how much i like someone, becasue i'm not always this horrible green eyed wailing banshee (what do you mean i am?! cheek)

'so the new girl at work, is she pretty?'
'what do you mean she's sitting with you all day?'
'the girl who came to look at the house, what's she like?'
'there's going to be GIRLS at the festival!?'

oh yes, i'm terrible.

(here comes the mush so look away now)

he's amazing, kind, generous, totally and completely ace and makes me happy. i know he wouldn't do anything to jeopordise what we have, no way.....

so why can't i just SHUT UP!!!

becasue of the little voice in my head (sign no.1 that i'm mad)pipes up with 'but she's probably prettier than you' and 'what if he talks to her and realises how boring you are? and what if she's funny and makes him laugh?' and 'i bet she's perfect'

so why can't i just SHUT THE OTHER VOICE UP?

i must stop. it's all nice and sweet now. but it won't be after the 100th time of asking 'so, what did you talk to her about?'