A Child Called Vina

I have always considered my self as mature, grown up person. But today I know, that I'm still a child after all. A grown up will not feel jealousy for no reason, or for any cheesy reason, mind you. A grown up will dare to stand up and face the greatest mind-boggling matter of her life. Which I don't. I choose to slip away. The easy way out.
Is it the jealousy or is it the spot light that isn't mine, I couldn't be sure. All I know right now is that I feel so right and so wrong at the same time.

Even now, I feel like I'm writing like a child who has no sense of sentence logic!!