"why would he do that?" I say and watch my best friend's face as she rolls her eyes and sighs. "you overthink everything." she says and I open my mouth but no words come out. I try to keep my face neutral because it isn't her fault that she doesn't understand why I do this. I almost laugh, because it isn't like I can help it. do I WANT to overthink everything? of course not. I would love to be like these normal girls but I can't and I'm not. see, I learned my lesson. I didn't overthink it when you moved your seat and stopped returning my texts. and I didn't overthink it when you told everyone we weren't friends and that I should know why. and that night, fuck that night you called me at 2 am and told me you missed me- I didn't overthink it. I let it happen. maybe if I would have "overthought" that I wouldn't have opened up to you again and let you break me all over again. so I will never stop overthinking anything, not anymore, not after what I've been through.
