Paranoia* seems to follow me around.
Everything that happens I’m paranoid something will go wrong.
People make me paranoid too – do they hate me? Are they talking about me behind my back?
Are my friends really my friends? Will they keep my secrets?
People are laughing…they must be laughing at me…Are they laughing at me? Are they embarrassed to be seen with me?
Are they going to let me down? Do they care?
Does my boyfriend love me? Or is he only with me because he feels sorry for me? Is he going to leave me?
GO AWAY YOU NASTY PARANOID THOUGHTS! YOU ARE NOT WANTED OR NEEDED HERE!!!
I often think that people talk about me, laugh at me and generally dislike me. I have no evidence for this, it’s all purely based on paranoid twisted thoughts in my mind.
The worst thing is, even though I know that I’m paranoid about these things, I still think at least some of these paranoid thoughts are true…
*This is a strange looking word. I keep looking at it and think I’ve spelled it wrong, but I haven’t (I don’t think – no red wiggly line!) it just has a lot of vowels in.