Seriously?

The things I wish I could tell people often end up as a blog. 

You're going to start dating her. She's only 19, a baby. It's really not that I want to date you. I really don't. (Is it too much to think that I deserve better?) But I wonder why I wasn't good enough for you. It comes back to my same old insecurities-- Am I too fat, not cute enough, not smart or funny or down to earth, or grown up enough? The latter probably isn't the issue-- she's a baby. It's just that I'm pretty insecure and while I have many people tell me that I'm amazing, as Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman said 'The bad stuff is easier to believe'