I can’t trace my feeling
technically I’m supposed to be such a happy person, I have what seems like a “ Picture perfect home Life” everybody tells me how funny and outgoing I am but nobody knows the thoughts I have when I lay in bed alone at night when it’s me and my demons. I even feel like my boyfriend doesn’t love me like I do him. I would bend over backwards for him and I can’t even get him to come see me without feeling like a burden. I can’t talk to him about these feelings because he doesn’t understand. I try everyday to make everyone else happy to better ignore myself and my insecurities. Horrible to do but it masks the pain temporarily.