It's funny because I finally have a boyfriend that I like and claims to like me. And yet, he's always too busy to hangout with me and only ever talks to me at school. But he still says he really likes me, and I continue to believe him. But sometimes my brain tells me over and over and over that no one truly likes me. That I'm all alone. That anyone who claims to like me, doesn't. That anyone who claims to be my friend, isn't actually. That people, including my boyfriend, are just using me to humor themselves with ridiculous stories of me to laugh at with their own friends. And I just feel so stupid for it, but I can't help these thoughts. They won't go away. I want to ask for help, yet I don't want to burden anyone with my problems. My thoughts just repeat the same things and when I find proof to contradict them with, my brain seems to just laugh at me and continue screaming at me about anything and everything I said or did wrong. And I... I just don't know what to do. But you know, everything is perfectly fine. My life is stressful at the moment, but what else do you expect from a high schooler, right? The tears that streak my face are just me and my hormones overthinking everything... And my problems now will eventually fade with time and life gets better... Right? At least, that's what I'm told.
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