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I said to him and he nodded slowly. “Alright. Be safe” he said and I nodded one last time before turning back to the door and walking out. * “Do you think I’m overthinking things?!” I asked Red who I could feel sitting quietly in my head as I stood in the veranda staring out at the cold breezy night. “There’s no such thing as overthinking. If you are suspicious then it’s actually suspicious, look into it so you can live freely without any doubt,” she responded almost immediately and I nodded slowly.

And toona is very needed but the long-awaited decision, the decision of going for therapy, and I won't wait for that anymore, soon I will look for a therapist and start my therapy session. Because what I tried doing to myself was no small thing, it was a grave mistake, and to think that what would have happened if I would have went through it. I feel my whole body shiver thinking of it. The thought that I was about to end my life, is now goosed bumping. Shaking my head, I reminded myself that today is all about giving my overthinking part of the brain a rest and letting my inner peace overpower my thoughts. That's what I read in those self-care books, I don't know how efficient they are. But

I was supposed to be with Hazel tonight, help her with the premiere and all, but I was afraid I would meet him there, and so I had to come up with an excuse. “Fuck!” I cursed, hitting my forehead with my palm. I hate the fact that I am an overthinker, but I guess it's trying to stop me from doing the same thing my mom did. I can't even tell Hazel that I've found out about them; I have been so consumed with every thought that pops into my head. I am just… lost! “What if I stop overthinking? What if I just enjoy whatever it is I want and don't care about what happens in the end? What if I did not end up like my mom?” I said and then stood up from my bed.

I had always dreamt of starting my own restaurant, but now that I was at the first step of making it come true, I was already in an indecisive dilemma. “Stop overthinking.” Dante rolled his eyes and gave me a little pinch on my side. “Ouch!” I swatted his hand away and pouted. “What was that for?” “To bring you back to reality. You’re overthinking when you haven’t even begun.” “Sorry.” I apologised and pressed my lips into a thin line. I almost couldn’t help but overthink; it was a part of me I was trying to curb.

“What she said, what she meant, whether you were used or not. That kind of thinking will drive you insane.” I rubbed his temples. “It already kind of is.” Mike grabbed my own glass and took a sip. “Then stop doing it to yourself.” I gave him a skeptical look. “Easier said than done.” “Sure,” Mike said. “But sometimes the best thing you can do is just not give it any more space in your head.” I stared down at the table again, quiet. Mike gestured toward his drink. “Tonight? Don’t think about Clara. Don’t think about what she meant, what she didn’t mean, any of that.” He shrugged. “Just drink it off and let your brain take a night off.”

I’ll recognize the girl staring back if I look at her from a different angle. She looks calm. Which is strange. Because I’ve imagined this moment before well, not imagined exactly, more like avoided imagining it and in every version, there was panic. Cold feet. A dramatic exit plan. Something. But now? Nothing. Just this steady, quiet feeling sitting somewhere in my chest. Weird. “Stop overthinking,” I mutter to myself. Then pause. “…actually, no, think. Just don’t spiral.” Great. Helpful. A soft knock pulls me out of it.

Like that would help. Like that would change anything. “What if she’s watching now?” The thought slipped out before I could stop it. And once it was there— it didn’t leave. I glanced toward the door. Then the windows. Then back at the drawer. The room suddenly felt— less private. “…you’re overthinking.” I said it out loud. Firmly. Trying to ground myself. Trying to pull myself out of that spiral before it went too far. “This is not that serious.”

As I shut the door and leaned against it, I let out a deep breath. Then I padded across the wooden floor to the bed and sank down, my fingers brushing the edge of the thick wool blanket. My legs were tired. I stared down at my trembling hands and clenched them into fists, trying to steady my breath. I had to stop thinking like this. Overthinking never saved me. It only kept destroying and I tend to conclude things a lot.” But still… I couldn’t shut it off. I kept asking myself the same questions in my head, over and over again.

There had to be a reason, something that explained it all, yet the answers remained frustratingly out of reach. With another sigh, I closed the journal and leaned back. “Maybe I am overthinking things,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the room. So much had happened in my life, so many twists and turns that sometimes it felt overwhelming. But I knew one thing for sure—I couldn’t let myself drown in these endless questions. My hands instinctively rested on my belly, feeling the gentle rise and fall as I breathed. “I need to focus on the present,” I reminded myself, a soft smile spreading across my face.

Do I take him with me? I was having second thoughts. Who knew what was going to be said. What if I needed him? Why was I such an overthinker? Visit J o- b- n- i b.com to read the complete chapters for free. If you are not reading this novel on Job ni b .c o m, some sentences are incompleteAlways thinking the worst and making things up in my head before they’ve even happened. It was stressful. My mind constant. The anxiety crippling me. Why did I always have to take life so seriously?