I have always been alone.
I have always been overanalytical. A word, a sentence, one split-second that I replay in the back of my clockwork mind again and again and again.
Sometimes I think it's a glitch. Other times I think it's the social anxieties trying to kick in again.
But then I realize that it's my own fault - I am a monster of my own creation.
The sun lies in my hands, and I cast it away for the moon.