I worry that I'm too full-on. Too passionate about everything in life. Too overzealous. Too predictable. Too clingy. Too suffocating. Too much to bear.
Then I worry that I'm not interesting enough. Not intelligent enough. Not beautiful enough. Not socially apt enough. Not a good enough friend. Not a good enough human being. Not good enough for anyone.
Farout, I still don't know if I like who I am. I hate so many of my traits, so many of my abilities and inabilities. It's so draining to spend life questioning whether I'm worth anyone's time. Questioning whether I'm even tolerable, let alone likeable.
And now I leave, to stop annoying you all.
Ciao.
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