I assume it's about me.
I'm constantly worried that everyone secretly hates
me and it's all one big joke. I'm forever wanting
to text someone, but I stop myself because I'm
scared I'll annoy them. I overthink the smallest
things. I'm insecure about every single little thing
about myself. Just me?
“She understands now what she, in all her worry, had
forgotten. That even as she hesitates and wavers, even as she
thinks too much and moves too cautiously, she doesn't always
have to get it right. It's okay to look back, even as you move