Forgetful.

I am so insecure, and this stems from my worry that I have absolutely nothing to offer anyone. Forget heights or spiders - my biggest fear is not being enough.

I worry constantly about how others see me. I wonder if I am funny enough for my friends or nice enough to my teachers. I wonder if I am charming, or whatever it is that you like about me, enough to keep you. I always worry.

And you, I don't know if I'm completely sad or infuriated. All you have talked about for a month is how much you hope Isaias and I will get together, and now I find out all you do is wish us a horrible date behind my back.

If you really cared about him, you'd be happy that he found someone. If you really care about me, you'd be happy that I was happy.