Novel & Cerita Overthinking Poems

Something I have been doing continuously for the last three to four days. I am overthinking everything that is happening, that can happen and that had happened. And it's not a good thing. Because this new obsession of mine has made a permanent house for exhaustion and migraine in my head. No amount of painkillers can help me. I can feel my eyes drooping due to exhaustion but just when I am about to sleep, some random will roam around my eyes and I saw them open, and then two or three go me overthinking about something that's not even relevant.

Raina~ I tapped my fingers on the table and put my head on it. I can not leave a single moment without my shit. We were behaving so normal moments ago and now I have annoyed my dad and sister so much that they went out to get rid of me. I slapped my forehead again, for overthinking. Why do I overthink? Even after knowing that it is super unhealthy for me. I know my sister and my dad would never think like this for me. There must be something they wanted to talk about in private. But what is taking them so long? It's been already fifteen minutes now.

A letter to unmute We think of everyday as another moment to sigh deeply from your core. Or perhaps that most of the hours where we lie on top of a nail bed is just like slowly sinking ourselves with torture. It did go for a good trouble, but is it worth it? How is it supposed to go when you've gone crazy from overthinking? Hey it's you again! How have you been? What was wrong with you today? Got deeply affected by that person who told you you're nothing?

The days proceeded moody and leaves were falling, Yet you are still there to keep me aspiring, Those sleepless nights that you showed my worth, I thought you were truly down to earth, The days come cold, Same as your heart's constantly changing, You eventually manifested your true colours, Which it had given me tremendous dolours, With just a simple misunderstanding, We end up ravaging, To perceive that everything was in contentment, Though deep inside my soul there is a massive disenchantment. Every minute, Every day, Every week, Every month, You're still in my heart. Too much loneliness, Too much sickness, Too much suffering, Too much pain, I will still hold on for gain. The problems come,

I can almost visualize my own overthinking brain armed with a megaphone, ready to disrupt these amazing moments with its nagging questions. For once, I wish I could just let things be. I wish I could allow myself to experience joy without instantly translating it into a series of definitions and labels. It's almost comical how my mind threatens to unravel the very fabric of this newfound happiness by overanalyzing every laugh, every lingering touch.

She was all I could think about, Her and that goddamn date that she would be going on in just a few hours. Overthinking was one of my good and bad habits, good if you need a backup plan or if shit goes sideways but bad when it comes the bullshit like this particular topic, this right here was damn near the death of me. My thoughts were all over the place and I started to have those what-if thoughts that women usually bring up for no reason at all, it was the randomness shit. Overthinking especially over a woman was something I would never do especially when that woman was my sister’s best friend. The what-if questions continued… What if he does something to her like drug her and she can’t de

Hell, I’ve heard of some humans who can fuck just as much as we can. I might not be able to hold out forever, but I need to hold out long enough to get myself mentally comfortable. I’m struggling to process so many emotions, events that have changed my life, and processing trauma that I have been blissfully ignoring till now. I’m struggling to see the path ahead. I’m trying so hard to picture my life with Zane and not focus on what-ifs. I catch myself doing the should of, could of, would of dance that only adds to cycling frustration and confusion. I’m overthinking as I attempt to burn my mind up with maddening thoughts. I have to burn out at some point, I hope. I don’t know how much longer

Now I couldn't help but think all sorts of things that most likely didn't need me to overthink it. I think I'm dick matised. I let out a deep breath. I hated overthinking, it really kills my happiness! I started pacing the floor. Something could actually be wrong with him and I'm here thinking about him sticking his penis into someone else! He could actually be okay too and just need a break. I'm going to be so upset when he walks through that darn door! I stopped and checked the time on my phone again. Maybe going to bed was a better option!

It’s written elegantly, short and sweet. Luella, Overthinking is a mortal curse. Allow yourself to fully be free, and perhaps everything will make sense. And remember, always read between the lines. Blinking a few times, I go over the note multiple times before I put it down. I’ve had enough strange occurrences to last me a lifetime. Tomorrow I’ll deal with it. And hopefully the note will be right.

To protect the one I love, to harm the one I don’t. Hindsight is a bitch, I guess. And it doesn’t care to keep itself hidden. It’s times like now, when I have nothing better to do than watch Obsidian navigate the borders, that gives me time to think. Or overthink, as Lilith would put it. I think that’s an ailment I suffer from severely. Overthinking everything single thing I do. Did I breathe the wrong way? What did my facial expression reveal? Maybe k shouldn’t have started a conversation with that person, they’ll think I’m weird. Not worthy.