I hate my brain.

[nate_z]

It just never stops. Thinking back on every word, scrutinizing every little detail real or imaginary...

I hate being paranoid comined with an over-active imagination, with just enough self-deprication that I'm wondering if all the wonderful things done and said on Saterday night were even real, because how could they possibly be?

Why can't I just

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[chirallaeon]

Nate. Nate, Nate, Nate, Nate. You think like me, you really do. Probably a part of why we've always gotten on so well; you overanalyse things to the point of not doing them anyway.
But consider this:
You DID do this.
You went out, you had a great meal with what sounds like extremely good company, got on extremely well, and she said she has feeling for you.
My advice?
Let those feelings (and yours) unfold naturally. You have all the time in the world, my friend. And if nothing else, this should prove to you that you ARE worth bothering with. If a beautiful young woman says she has feelings for you, she obviously finds you attractive. And whether anything comes of this or not, that's something to be damn proud of. I know I'm proud of you.

[nate_z]

I know. And thank you.