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.