
I’m 22 years old and I’ve never had an actual boyfriend or girlfriend aside from some 8th grade “romance”. I’m worried it’s started turning me bitter. I know I’m not the prettiest girl in the world. I was bullied as a kid and constantly picked last for everything. I’m chubby because of medications and stress eating because of severe anxiety.
I paint my nails so maybe I’ll feel pretty if I put something pretty on myself. I miss social cues sometimes, and I tend to talk a lot because I get excited. And because of that I’m constantly told that I’m too much to handle or too much to tolerate. And I’m starting to think that maybe they’re right. Maybe I am too much. Maybe people don’t want to love me because they’re scared that I’ll be too much or too loud or too annoying or never pretty enough…