I'm an overthinker.
I can't help but wonder why something happens.
I stare at a text I sent hours ago, wondering how the recipient will respond.
I'm a people pleaser.
I can't help but think about what others think of me.
I always seem to need everyone's approval.
I like watching scary movies, but never at night.
I tie my shoes a little weird.
I still wish upon the stars like a little kid.
I pretend I live in New York City when no one else is around.
I listen to music when I feel sad.
I write stories when I feel empty.
I tell myself things I know aren't true.
I do my homework ahead of time.
I name inanimate objects that surround me to make me feel less alone.
I worry too much.
I cry too much.
I think too much.