dear paranoia;

please, please fuck off.
you are ruining my life.

insecure.

i'm very... insecure with just about everything.
my love life mostly.
i'm worried of driving my boyfriend into unfaithfulness.
i wouldn't be surprised, not because he's that kind of guy, but because i'm so fucking clingy.
i can't stop.

every time he walks out that door i'm worried he'll find another woman.
he deserves a woman.
not a child that cries all the time.

over-everything.

everything is getting to be too much for me.
i'm fucking freaking out.

caved.

I don't understand why I'm so hated.
Have I really been a bad person?