Noone.

I keep finding myself in catch 22 situations. Situations that I put myself in because of my own inhibitions.
I want to confide in someone. I want to tell them how I worry that he doesn't like me anymore. I want to whine about him not replying to my texts and not calling me. I want to ask him why it seems like he doesn't like me anymore. I want to tell my best friend that I think he doesn't like me as much as he did before. (Yes, I have very average teenage woes.) But I won't. Ever.
Why you ask?
What if when I let anyone know that I worry that he doesn't like me anymore, that they suddenly realise they don't like me either? What if when I confront him it turns out that it really is only because he was busy and that he did still like me but now that I mention it he realises that he doesn't? What if that's when it happens? What if that's when everyone suddenly realises they don't actually like me and that they were all just delusional? And the worst part of all, I would have brought it upon myself.
Almost everyone I meet seems to like me. So, I keep waiting for the day when the world suddenly sees what He has seen in me for the past thirteen years. What He saw in me right from the beginning. I keep waiting for the day when everyone dislikes me like He does. And I am afraid that I'll be left out of the loop. I'm afraid that noone will even bother telling me what is wrong with me in the first place. What makes Him dislike me so much?
Basically, the question is, what is wrong with me?

Why can't I be a normal 18 year old and just crib to my best friend about my boyfriend's sudden (and my rational self tells me harmless) apparent lack of interest and then get over it?