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
“O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.”
“No not really, it is just like real life. Not everyday you are happy and not everyday you are sad.”