If I wasn’t so insecure, I wouldn’t overanalyze silly little things, like if someone took too long to text me back or said they were too busy to see me. I would let it roll off of my back instead of wondering if I did something wrong, if I should have tried harder, if they secretly hate me.
They will see through you. They will know the difference between your smiles, the tone you use when you’re happy or sad, the way you excuse yourself when you feel like you don’t want to talk.
Now? She’s scared to trust. She’s turning down chances at romance. She’s waking up every morning with an empty feeling in her chest.
Being vulnerable is scary. But I promise it’s not as scary as waking up and realizing it’s too late to hold someone’s hand. To tell them they’re magic. To dance with them. To kiss them. To take a long drive with them. To rest your head on their chest. To count the freckles on their nose while they’re sleeping next to you.
When the professor is looking for someone to answer their question, you pick up your water bottle to drink. You do whatever you can to appear busy, to mentally convince the person in charge not to choose you, because the last thing you want to do is speak in front of that many people.
Self-respect means walking away from anyone who makes you feel like you aren’t good enough, like you are only a burden, like you are inherently worthless — because you know that’s not the truth.
It is socially acceptable to have no idea what you’re doing.
Being intelligent is more than getting a high SAT score and attending an Ivy League college. It’s more than being able to list out all of the state capitals and using six-syllable words.
You can’t stop touching him. It doesn’t have to be sexual — but you always have to feel your bodies connecting. You’re either holding his hand or leaning your head on his shoulder or pressing your lips against his.
I’m sorry that my anxiety makes it difficult to make plans with me. I’m sorry that my anxiety stops me from being as open with you as I wish I could be. I’m sorry that my anxiety has put up this invisible barrier between us.