The last thing I seem to be able to get straight right now is what I really think. I have a very bad habit of overanalysing things. Tonight, for the whole night, I couldn't stop trying to disect my thoughts because I hate not knowing what I truly want, and not ever being able to get it. My over-thinking has caused me so much fear and doubt, I'm just about ready to give up having an opinion at all. That means a lot to me. And that characteristic plays a large part in my personality. For without it, I would be much more numb than I already am. Simple. And feeling the nothingness on my inside. I don't know what I want in this issue so instead of trying to make something of it, I'll just let it slide.