Not anymore, since i took a bigger control of my anger.
Its half better control, half bigger detachment i think.
I have a tendency of isolating myself and convincing myself that i dont actually need anyone else. My paranoia has me believing that someone just wants to get close for a laugh- I nitpick at their words and overlay tones that weren't ever there so that I can justify being a shitty person later. I tend to completely sever whatever superficial friendships or small bonds I've created, cut all forms of communication, change numbers , rinse and repeat. I'll push and nag and instigate so that I'm proven right, and when I am? I feel a sense of relief and dissapointment and then blissful detachment.
Other times I'm obsessive, creepily so.
I kinda do something similar. When I feel someone getting close I start to wrack my brain and wonder what they could possibly want from me. I become convinced, for the most part, that no one could actually be interested in me for me, or if they do that they won't like me very much once they get to know me better. Then I start to preemptively push away.
There are times where I've felt that my whole situation was completely too comfortable, the people around me were getting too close to me, packed up, cut ties, and moved away without a word. Sometimes I return years later to open, welcoming arms, only to push away and bail again. I do it over and over and over...
That is one of the biggest things that I have been trying to work on fixing. I think that I'm doing much better this last year. I have some really good friends and Jack who have, for whatever reasons, stuck by me and aren't afraid about calling me out when I start to pull back. This is the most stable I've ever been and I think I honestly can stick this out.