You can safely assume that you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.
I'm like old wine. They don't bring me out very often, but I'm well preserved.
I overanalyze things way too much, to the point where it affects my life. Like, when I'm talking to a boy, I'll overanalyze a text message he sent. And I have to think to myself, 'Just chill out. Some guy sent me a text message. That's all. Don't read something into it that's not there. Just be glad

