Perhaps I've always been too quiet. Perhaps I've always been too shy. Perhaps I've always been afraid to look you in the eye. Perhaps I get jealous too easily. Perhaps I complain too much and suffer from anxiety. But perhaps this is who I am. Or perhaps this isn't who I want to be.
If you haven't noticed I overthink...everything! Even my own existence.
I think I'm having an existential crisis. But that's ok, I feel better after writing this.