I am so deeply jealous. Yes, jealous, at my age. (24, F). 
5 or so years ago I graduated college from MSU with degrees in Professional Writing and Arts and Humanities. I have always been a wonderful poet, poetry being one of the only things I’m good at, but I lost a huge poetry contest to another girl in my graduating class. It felt like that poetry contest was the only way I could prove my worth to the snobby university that constantly judged me, and I lost the contest, and she won. I was jealous then, and I’m jealous now. Suddenly I see on Facebook that she has graduated from Harvard University. Meanwhile I work at the local Meijer as a crappy gas station attendant and can’t stop battling my self-harm addiction and heavy persistent suicidal thoughts, and this is AFTER being stabilized on medication for Major Depressive Disorder, Social Anxiety Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder and PTSD. It’s just so difficult to watch yourself struggle to live day to day while you watch your peers rise to ultimate success… It makes me want to seriously harm myself even more…