Quotes About Insecurity

It's a boundaries thing." You're pushing me away on our second date even though I'm Different. Hot. You're afraid of love and it's sad

She doesn't look back as we round the corner and her new jeans are so tight, I hope she gets a yeast infection.

Boys my age are stupid. Do you think that means I'm gonna die alone?

I always look at the list of viewers and do you know what it was like to look at that list and see your name less and less?' FUCKING INSTAGRAM AND NO ONE SHOULD LOOK AT THAT FUCKING LIST.

Most people wouldn't like their friends if they got into their phones.

Everyone here wants so badly to be watched, noticed. And the upside is that the desire to be watched is a blindfold.

The fear of an unknown never resolves, because the unknown expands infinitely outward, leaving you to cling pitifully to any small shelter of the known: a cracker has twelve calories; the skin, when cut, bleeds.

I felt small and exposed in his presence, as though my body was transparent and fragile as air, as though I might evaporate at any moment, or blow away.

I am not naturally that thin, so I had to go through everything from using drugs to diet pills to laxatives to fasting. Those were my main ways of controlling my weight.

I'm frightened of the power I have given him over me and of how he will almost certainly abuse it, merely by not being fully aware he has it.

George says that if you look at the person someone chooses to have "a relationship" with, you'll see what they think of themselves. So Harrison is what I think of myself. It's hardly a relationship, but nevertheless he is a choice. I examined all the options and chose the most likely to leave. No emotional investments. Never love for me—only obsession. Someone has to stand still for you to love them—my choices are always on the run.

So it stood to reason that if I could disappoint my own father—if I couldn't get my own father to love me enough to stick around or, God forbid, visit more often than one day a year—how was I ever going to get a man who didn't have to love me like daddies were supposed to? (Hey

When we started filming, I tried to keep myself well under the radar so that the powers that be wouldn't notice that I hadn't lost the weight they'd asked me to. I only weighed 110 pounds to begin with, but I carried about half of them in my face. I think they may have put those buns on me so they might function as bookends, keeping my face right where it was, between my ears and no bigger.

the last thing I thought I wanted to do was go into show business, a fickle occupation that doled out a sense of uneasiness and humiliation like tepid snacks at movie screenings.

But with these human beings you never know. They might not want to hurt you. They might even like you, and that would be the worst possible thing that could happen. Because what can you do with people that like you, except, of course, inevitably disappoint them?

Her other boyfriend before me was a druggie, too. I don't mean... he was a druggie. I like drugs, but he was a druggie . It's like she just goes out with people who take drugs so she can pick on them. Joan of Narc, patron saint of the addict. - Alex

See that girl just ahead of us? With that headband?" "Yeah?" "She's Debbie Reynolds's daughter." There was a slight pause before she added, "She thinks she's so great." Wow, right? Uncanny how she so perfectly nailed me straight out of the box. I just thought I was incredible.

I thought for a moment, searching for a funny reply. What to say? Make him laugh! Make him like me! Oh, please make him like me! Then everything will be fine or thereabouts. But no punch lines came to deliver that body blow that would reignite the blaze of his smile. What a jerk I was. I've always been a jerk and always will be. He hates me now and thinks I'm boring and stupid.

The only thing that scares me now is me. The [person] I might become. The [person] I dont ever want to be. Everybody has fears, right? But how many have my fear? Enough, it seems. Because there's a name for it. Autophobia. Fear of oneself.

Do you like me? You know, like me like me?" I cringe the moment I ask and cover my face with my hands. The smell of blood and trail dirt wafts into my nose. Something sinks inside me. What is it? Oh, I know, any dignity I could possibly have left.

I am not a good fighter," I try to explain again, fingering the edge of my shirt. "I mean, I am really bad at fighting, not as bad as my friend Issie, who is possibly the least fightery person in the world. I mean, I'm getting better, but still... I mean-- oh I'm sorry. I'm babbling.

Maybe he wants you to be his queen," Devyn saids. "Continue the line." "That's crap," Nick says. "Yeah." I glare at him. "Why would anyone want me to be their queen?" "That's not what I meant." The front legs of Nick's chair slam back down.

She is carrying round a pizza cutter 4 protection. She's so freaked. She wants me to carry a steak knife.

My excess fat scares me — it's a ticking time bomb to my body.