The ones who hate me take 90% of time and space in my head. Why do I always feel like catering to people who dislike me in an effort to make them think otherwise? 
I’m not a bad person at all, why do I need approval from assholes? I could avoid a person I know doesn’t like me for the rest of my life no problems, but the second they show interest ot anything that would make me believe they don’t hate me and want me dead, my brain goes WILD with empathy and euphoria. “THEY DON’T HATE ME AFTER ALL!!!” 

... and even if they really don’t and I imagined everything, somebody else does hate me so I can leave it to my amazing brain to focus on that one minor character who hates me instead of anything else in this world until it drives me crazy. 


What the fuck seriously?