Something's wrong.

Lately, I take everything people say to heart. I was quizzing Emma about me, because what someone said got to me. I don't know why, if they say they dislike me I swear to god I go in panic mode. I hate being like this, I'm too emotional. I'm happy then I'm Mrs IfYouTalkToMeI'llWrapYouInDepression. It's horrible. I want to sleep, forever. My dreams are damn well weird, even my brain can't solve my problems out. That's what dreams do..solve your problems. Everything that bothers you gets sorted into a dream - that's why they can be damn well weird and wonderful.