I'm a fucking idiot. Why do I doubt myself. You talked so much about how you loved sex before we got together. And I'm afraid that I dont bring that out. That I out a damper on things. That you just dont me like that. And me being insecure just makes it worse. It's an evil circle. Fuck I hate myself sometimes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
And now you're sleeping and idk if I wanna talk. But we're probarbly not going to, because I'm scared you'll dislike for me. My life in a fucking nutshell. Happiness scares me. And makes me question sooo much. Is this for real?
And I really fucking just need to get a grip. God fucking damned. I'm not worthy of you if I keep this shit up. I do not want to loose you. I love you so fucking much. I dont even....
