Taking a short trip through my camera roll, I recognized a pattern in my association with the photos. I took that one when I liked so-and-so. I took this one when I was dating that guy. I was rejected by this person on this day. And suddenly I remembered why I took a social media hiatus. It fueled a dysfunctional part of myself, it fueled my insecurity of how others perceive me.
I felt it again just looking at the pictures I used to post.
I was desperate. I needed validation. I needed acceptance.
It still makes me really uncomfortable thinking about if I fell back into that pattern. Relying on a guy, being left, and suddenly in a crisis.
That wasn’t me for a year. A whole year. And knowing that it’s possible for T and I to break up at any point (hello, I have had unforeseen breakups before), I worry what kind of spiral I could go into, if any.
I always respond to him fast, and I do it because I care about him. I do it because I find him exciting. Because talking to him brings me joy. But it also gives me that sense of acceptance I crave when he talks to me, and perhaps I am just like a guinea pig triggering it’s happy spots in its brain until it dies.
I’m afraid that my affection will drive him away because I have associated myself being attached to someone as the cause for them leaving me.
I’m over here feeling all of these things and I’m scared to form a real connection with T because I’m scared that in doing so, he will realize that I was too easy or something. He’ll think I’m not good enough for him. Subpar. Lower class. How many ways can I say inferior?
I thought that I had made so much progress in myself since my big mental breakdown of 2016-
but I still worry that T will cheat on me. I still worry that he is only complimenting me because he wants sex. I have this crippling fear inside of me that I am a social outcast because there is something seriously wrong with me.
I try to act like I have accepted it, but it’s rooted inside my heart. It’s an ugly disease in my blood.
I’m so fucking insecure.