self-portrait, week #7

I doubt myself more than anyone else ever could. I doubt myself far more than I ever doubt anyone else.
I doubt my importance in other peoples’ lives.
I doubt that my life makes a huge impact on others.
Mostly this is because I don’t seem to keep people in my life for very long. And even if I do, it’s not like I have that best friend that I’ve done everything with and who knows me better than anyone. No one has stuck around for that long or been involved that much.
I’m sure this is because of me. I have a feeling that I push people away.
People scare me. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. People scare me.
A lot of that fear is from my past. But a lot of it comes from just not reading people well. I don’t understand them.
And today, I’m filled with a lot of self-doubt and wondering what it is about me that pushes people away, doubts about my worth in others’ lives, and how I can change that.
Being a little scared about people is a good thing, even when you ARE good at reading people. I’m not being negative. It’s just good sense.
I have a good friend that seems doubt her worth to me. I always tell her to let me be the judge of who I care about. She spends way too much time worrying about the “mechanics” of friendship, and not enough time simply enjoying it.