All my life the people around me have said I over analyze the world around me. I despise my ability to do so. I have been mocked for this curse that comes so naturally to me. I'm sick of it and ready to let go... Why not? I want to. I want to shed this prison I'm in. The way my mind works is a mystery to me. I know past experience has played its role in the formation of my personality. Why not? I don't like who I am. The more I try to change myself the more I dislike what I do. Perhaps it's the illusion that I am changing. Instead, I'm probably making the same mistake over and over again. Why not? Nothing would make me happier than to yield t