It’s very strange- I have sort of a perfect life. I mean,
one can be fussy about all that’s missing but once you compare it to what you
have, it’s negligible. Still, yes “still”, I always fancy someone else's life. They are prettier, sizzling hot, more suave, more successful, brilliant orators, super
intelligent, witty and funny, genuinely nice, dramatically lucky, excellent PR, stupidly ignorant, full of
themselves- basically more in their skin.
And how I wish for a miracle..
