I worry sometimes that I am losing how to love myself.
And I know what that worry means to a relationship. It can bleed into everything and destroy it.
But I second guess myself at every turn. I fret, I worry, I ache. There's no consolation for this kind of self torment.
Was I too harsh?
Was that mean?
Am I joking around too much?
Am I too rowdy?
Is this uncomfortable?
Why can't I just settle down?
Why can't I be normal?
Maybe a night of sleep is all I need. It will be okay soon.
