She’s always doubting. Always second guessing. The memories of the past haunt her. Her entire life everyone she’s ever known or even loved she was not pretty enough, not skilled enough, smart enough, or if she tried she would fail. Failure loomed above her head. She got it in her mind that even if she tried it wouldn’t turn out right. So why even try at all? When she tried to get close her insecurities would run wild in her mind. She would self sabotage before she could get hurt. If she beat them to the punch.. then they couldn’t see her in that way, but they always did in the end. It was a vicious cycle. I never understood it. The why me’s. She’s positive in energy, witty, smart, and downright nerdy. How it always gets twisted into something she is not. The misunderstanding is me. I am she.