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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
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC
Self doubt
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
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC
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