I hate that I am such a pathetic easily-jealous person. It’s actually not even jealousy, I see him with these girls who are cool and confident and fun and sexy, and then theres me - skinny revolting shy little me.
I’m not jealous, I’m insecure.
And I have every reason to be.
Why would he choose me? What can he possibly see in me that they don’t have plus more?
I really like him. I really want to be with him. But what’s the use in getting my hopes up. He’ll get bored and I’ll get left behind.
It’s the only way things will play out.