I hate it so much.
The feeling of self doubt.
Constantly wondering wether I am boring you.
Thinking why you would even keep talking to me.
I keep feeling like you're going to realize that I am not worthy of your time and when you have had enough, you would just leave.
Self doubt; its killing me from the inside and I keep convincing myself that I am wrong.
But in the end I was right; like I always am.
You had enough.
You left