I've been told....

I think too much. 

I think about my life.

         The past.

         The present.

         and future. 

I think about the way I look. 

         If that outfit made me look frumpy. 

         Or fat. 

         Or pretty.

I think about all the decisions I have made.

         The good ones. 

         and the ones I have regretted. 

I think about the consequences of my actions.

         The ones I deserved. 

         The ones I knew would happen.

I think about the way I think.

          Like, why do I always expect the worst. 

I think about my borderline OCD.

          Do I really believe my routines work? 

I think about the fact that I haven't been on a date in 4 years. 

         Does that mean that no one will ever want to be with me? 

         Or that I will have to sign up for a dating service. 

         Am I actually attractive? 

I think about the guys that have hurt me. 

        Why did they believe that it was a good thing to do. 

         and if I will ever trust them again. 

and above all......

I think about why I am not a better person.

         A better sister. 

        A better daughter.

        A  better friend. 

        A better stranger.

        A better student. 

        A better citizen.

        A better worker. 

       etc. 

Overall.... I just think. Way too much.