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Maybe You Shouldn't Fall For Me.

Don't fall for me.

I can be jealous and selfish.

I get jealous, really jealous if you talk to another girl. Yes, I could be selfish... But what's so wrong with the fear of losing you? The idea that maybe someone will make you happier that I ever can is unimaginable. And every time I see the girl that you've texted, my vision gets a little darker... in a way that the sky turns grey because the rain will take its toll.

Don't fall for me.

My self-esteem is as small as an ant.

I wake up, look at the mirror and I don't like what I see. I get jealous because some girls can just be gorgeous without even trying, and that is why I can be a little overprotective. There are a lot of girls out there that's way better and I think of myself as a replaceable person... too easy to let go of.

Don't fall for me.

I am clingy.

I will get offended if you don't reply to my I love you's. I will throw a fit if you don't want me to spend the night with you. I will be disappointed if you go to parties without me. I will always want to be with you. To get to hug you, see you, and talk to you. My days wont't be complete without your good morning's and good night's, because for once in a while it's nice to know that someone out there is thinking of me as the sun rises and when the night ends. I will be sad if I receive one-word replies because then I'll think I'm just a bore.

Don't fall for me.

My demons are too strong.

There are days that you will have to understand my anxieties. I overthink too much and create problems that are never there. I cry for the smallest things and I say sorry a lot because I know how I mess things up.

Don't fall for me.

I am a mess.

And I'm sorry.

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