Overthinker.
Funny how the happiness that you’ve surrounded me seemed to be elusive when I enjoyed them the most, and how every bitterness that you’ve made me feel, remains persistent and stuck on so strong that it affects me so badly. For I may be too sensitive or just complacent. Either way, I suppose that is just who I am, especially when I’m madly in love with you. For every guilt or sadness you’ve instilled, I tend to overthink on these situations and be wary of my confidence towards the level of your love for me in the future. Would you love me the same? Would your love be any lesser? Would you find yourself, unable to fully accept who I am as a person? These hurtful thoughts that keeps surrounding my mind are easily triggered upon the slightest bitter feelings you’ve instilled.
