The quote above is from one of my favorite books, "The Fault in our Stars" by John Green. If you haven't read it, I highly suggest you you do. It's a life-changer.
    The quote doesn't really have anything to do with what I wanted to write about. I just like it and didn't want to leave this post picture-less.
    I have a tendency to over think myself into bad moods. Sometimes I lie awake and ask myself deep, intellectual questions, and before I know it, it's 2am.
    Now that I've gone back to public school, I really can't afford to do this very often anymore. But I still do....almost every night. I make myself miserable! Why do I stay awake, tossing and turning, reliving every bad or embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me? It's not doing me any good whatsoever.
    Now that I think about it, that quote kind of fits. Every feeling demands to be felt. I wish I could just turn off my brain at night... maybe for once I'd get some peace.
    Does anyone else do this? I feel like I feel everything 10 times more than "normal" people do. I'm either extremely happy or extremely upset or sad or excited... there's no in-between. I can't just let myself be content.
    I'm really not sure where this post is going. I'm just sitting wide awake in my room watching Full House and over thinking a text messaging conversation I had a few hours ago and driving myself crazy.
    Go figure.
       

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                          My name is Lorynne, which doesn't mean anything because of the way my parents chose to spell it. If it were spelled the "correct" way, Lauren, it would mean "fierce". I suppose it's appropriate that it's spelled differently, considering that I'm about as fierce as a bunny rabbit.
        If you listen long enough you'll find out that I over-think everything. I am introverted, quiet, and anxious about things that shouldn't matter. You'll find that I spend most of my time in my room devouring one book after the other, and I wear Docs with everything, even when they aren't appropriate looking.
       If you're still listening, you'll know I don't have much to say, that I'm more interested in people-watching than actually talking to them, and that "Pride and Prejudice" still makes me cry, even though I've seen it at least 97 times.
         I am small, pale, lost in my own head, and I have perfected the art of getting by.

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