The reason I’m so insecure is because you never tell me anything that would offer me reassurance. I know nothing of your past. I might offer up too much information, and it might not be what you want to hear but at least I’m honest. At least you know about my past, there’s no skeletons in my closet.
“If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.”—The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky