Paranoia

Why is it that every time I feel for someone I suffocate?

i can’t breathe or sleep or eat.

anxiety riddled thoughts of self-hatred.

They don’t want to talk to you, they don’t like you, you’re annoying them.

Then the girl that’s fun and lovable becomes a monster, self-conscious and paranoid.

I don’t want to be this person, and I hope I don’t drive you away.

This is my baggage.

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