When I Dress Up For Events, I

I'm Beautifully Strong And Tragically Confused.

I Hate Flying. I Don't Planes. I Get Really Anxious.

I'm Still Getting To The Good Part / The Breaking Down / Learning How To Write My Story.

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 He Sent You A Text Message!'

It's Fun To Pretend You're A Little Kid, You Get To Use Your Imagination And Live In A World That's Not Real.