Doubt Is Killing My Insides: A Brief Rant

I DOUBT every fucking thing

I guess you could call me a skeptic 

Of all things that take my place in my sad, passion-less, uneventful, life

I just never trust anything, anyone ever says to me 

I don't trust the way people people feel about me

Because feelings  can be temporary 

I doubt motives 

By others, and sometimes my own

Why do I think I like him 

Is it curiosity? Is it genuine interest? 

Or is it just sexual interest? 

Do I just want to sit on his dick? 

Bottom line is I have too many questions

About every aspect of my life

And they haunt me

Every fucking second, of every minute, of everyday.