Me too. I take everything to mean no one can like me ever, because I'm always going to do something to f*ck it up. My beau helped me with that, though, unknowingly. Partly because he doesn't pick up the same body language things I'm imagining, and people still talk to him, want to hang out with him, think he's fun. So when I think someone doesn't like me, I try to keep an open mind - even if I'm still nervous around them. So far, no one has broken my heart or shattered my confidence.