I’m paranoid to the point where I want to punch myself in the face…like even if people tell me they enjoy my company, invite me places, and happily start conversations with me, I will still be 700% convinced that I am a waste of their time and that they secretly hate me and are talking to me only because they feel they have to
well at least im not a middle aged mom who talks about how blessed she is on every facebook status.
“you’re denying it so it must be true!”
NO IM DENYING IT BECAUSE ITS FALSE MOTHERFUCKER
whenever my mom criticizes me i yell “it’s probably genetic” and run out of the room as fast as i can