pointless

I have more insecurities than I'd ever show. I try pretending that I'm okay when I'm not. I care about the smallest things that don't seem to matter. I get affected by the lamest things. I worry about all the 'what if's too much. I hate it whenever I do because it's foolish. All these, they're all too familiar. Sometimes I beat myself over it, for allowing myself to be vulnerable, because I don't need to be. But I don't have a choice now, do I?