Paranoia

She hates me. She doesn't like me. She wants nothing to do with me. She's pretending. She's lying. She's faking friendship. She wouldn't talk to me if she didn't have to. She never calls. She feels obligated to be nice out of pity. She's too good for me. She knows I'm awful. She knows I'm stupid. She knows I don't know how to talk to people. She knows I think about her for hours every day. She doesn't want to date me because of who I am. She's sick of my emotional issues. She's gorgeous and perfect.