Paranoid.

Sometimes.
I think those things.
Like my friends don't like me.

Like they talk bad about me.
That's sick.
I know.
But.. This has happenend to me so many times.

Am I just cautious?

Am I jealous?
I really don't know.

I think I'm a really bad friend.
And I'm sorry.
I don't want to get hurt again.

I don't want to be the one left again.
Do you know what I mean?

I love you..
But there were too many bad experiences..