It’s been a long time coming, but literature never gets old. So here is one of my many flaws:

I think too much. I’m just stuck in my head. I over analyze things, worry about stuff I don’t need to worry about, the list can go on and on.

It’s not that I don’t want to think, I just want to think a little bit less. There are just these moments when all my thoughts come crashing down on me, it’s not very fun.

But the over thinking thing makes me who I am. There was this point in my life when I decided to not just leave things as they are. I guess that’s when it started. It has it’s negatives, I put a lot of stress on myself, but I notice a lot more. About the things around me, the people around me. I think I care more.

If I take the negatives down, then I probably will not crash as much. That’s my real problem, believing in the good of what I do, instead of believing that failure is always coming my way. Because I am glad I care, and if I didn’t think, I wouldn’t notice. If I didn’t notice, I wouldn’t care.