Do you ever get really emotional about random shit that shouldn't really matter to you? All the fucking time for me. It's insane, I want to be happy, and I try, but then part of me wants to fix these problems that don't affect me. And sometimes I am happy, just blissfully happy. No problem in the world.
If I'm not worried over stuff like that it's just pure anxiety. Like I'll message a friend and they won't see it for a while and then I just worry. I worry that they see the notification but don't bother to look, or I'm on mute and they don't get any of my notifications. It sucks.
Other times I just wonder if any of my friends really like me or just hang out with me for pity or something. I'm always wondering about that. I love my friends but still. I'm weird, really weird. I know that I try not to be weird but then I am and I can feel there judgment. Even if we're just texting. And I want to share how I feel with someone but I don't so I guess that's why I'm doing this.
Then I really like this one girl but she's straight, straight as a line. I'm not about to tell her I like her either because that would make things weird. I know I like her to. That's why it's so hard. Besides I'm not her type.
They also always point out how negative I am and try to make me less negative which I appreciate, I really do but that's just how I am. I want to be more pleasant I really do.
I think I've had this really weird look on life for about a year now. I think everything looks so pretty, I also am more afraid of dying. It's odd but I've always been afraid of death so it just figures it'd get worse. I just want to live my fullest life but I don't know. When I was younger I'd always imagine different ways I or someone close to me would die, what I would say or do or what someone else would say or do. I did this every night for years before I fell asleep. Maybe that's partially why I think the way I do.