It's as if I like torturing myself. Another sleepless night, plagued by my own thought process. You two have more in common. I can't cook. I can't sing. I'm not musically inclined in the slightest. I am clueless when it comes to basketball or any sport for that matter. So why are you with me ? I don't understand. You're my boyfriend now, so why am I not in eternal bliss. I feel sick to my stomach over all this. Sometimes I can't bear to look at you. It's because I doubt myself. I'm going to wake up one day realizing this was all a dream. I'm waiting. I've never been happier than I am with him right now, but it's ironic how these insecurities outweigh it all so heavily.