The older you get, the more you realize that the way you look is a reflection of how you treat yourself.
The vanity of loving fine clothes and new fashion, and placing value on ourselves by them is one of the most childish pieces of folly.
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