Insecure
I am insecure.
Seeing it in writing doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.
When I’m not near, I worry. I do. I wonder if someone else is prettier than I am. Or funnier. Or dresses better. Or whatever.
I get jealous. And I don’t like it. I don’t like feeling like I have to protect something. I feel foolish, and angry, and a little sad.
It makes me want to hate other women…not trust them.
Bah! It’s just frustrating.
I want to be more secure. I want to feel secure. Why don’t I? Why do I always feel like someone or something is going to come along and snatch it all away?
I am insecure.
Seeing it in writing doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.
When I’m not near, I worry. I do. I wonder if someone else is prettier than I am. Or funnier. Or dresses better. Or whatever.
I get jealous. And I don’t like it. I don’t like feeling like I have to protect something. I feel foolish, and angry, and a little sad.
It makes me want to hate other women…not trust them.
Bah! It’s just frustrating.
I want to be more secure. I want to feel secure. Why don’t I? Why do I always feel like someone or something is going to come along and snatch it all away?
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