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I killed a fat beetle with my bare foot today. Pimpest thing I did all day except for my screaming after and the fact that it was a complete accident. .. I can still feel it moving under my foot. The feeling will haunt me forever.
I realized the reason im so paranoid.. I cant accept that you have forgave me for all ive done. That you either have gotten back at me or will without an ounce of guilt. And you would have no problem lying to me. Thats why I worry all the time. And I feel like im disgusting to you. My skins nasty.. im just full of so much doubt that you can or could love me. Thats where my fear comes from. My paranoia.. my mood swings. My random sadness
