روايات وقصص ضمن Overwhelmed Quotes

I have to do right by my work, or Robert will never trust me again. There's too much... I'm absolutely overwhelmed. I don't think this is better than my life before. I'm starting to think that none of this is worth the hassle. It isn't making me as happy as I thought it would. I've just made a mess of things all over again.

And after a moment, he was gone and I collapsed on my bed. I wanted him to stay and I still asked him to leave. I was desperate for love, for acceptance, for warmth and it was like a drug, it always had been but it had become too overwhelming, it had grown too strong and I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I couldn’t take this feeling any longer. I was suffocating, I couldn't breathe, I could barely think, my brain was fuzzy and I couldn’t focus. Everything was happening too fast, too much and I hated it all, everything just overwhelmed me with such a force I didn’t understand it. Everything had to stop, stop now, I begged to someone but I wasn't expecting anyone to listen. It made me angry,

I can’t begin to explain the trauma, the hurt, the untold damage I’ve been put through. To tell you the truth, I want to curl up in a ball and cry. Yes, I know it makes me sound like a wimp, but you try going through all of this- then tell me you wouldn’t be overwhelmed!

ZAVIER I was still trying to come to terms with everything that had been happening. It all happens too fast and gets me really tired and overwhelmed. Anybody that is familiar with me knows how I so much hate things that are out of my control. I tried as much as possible to keep everything within my power but sometimes, things just have to go haywire.

Maia asked me. I bit my lip and just shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I am, I mean.” I shook my head. I felt like a crazy bitch now, laughing and so confused about what was feeling, but then, yeah. Maybe that’s it. I’m just confused. “It’s overwhelming, Maia. I-I just can’t believe that this is happening…” I said as I stared into the wall blankly.

“You don't have to force yourself to tell me if you don't. It's your life. I have no right to —” “No, don't say something like that.” He shook his head frantically, pleading with his eyes. His hold on my left arm tightened, but not that strong enough to hurt. “It's not like I didn't want to tell you about it. It's just…” He peered down at his shoes. “I don't know how to tell you about it. I just… I'm getting overwhelmed by everything that's happening. It's not something I have experienced before, and I'm having a damned difficult time sorting things out. I feel like… I might get drowned, swept away by the current and thrust into the deep where I might never escape from.”

~ AUSTIN’S POV I'm feeling super overwhelmed with all these thoughts and emotions flooding my brain. It's like my mind is running a marathon, going a mile a minute! And the craziest part is that I can't seem to control my own thoughts. It's like they have a mind of their own, trying to take over the little space in my head.

“Sometimes life throws us curve balls that we never see coming. But it’s how we handle those moments that truly define who we are.” I nodded, understanding the truth in his words. Life has been particularly demanding lately, with one problem after another being thrown my way with no way of solving it. The weight of it all felt suffocating most times. “It’s just…everything feels so overwhelming,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. In fear that I might seem weak if I admit it. “Sometimes I wonder if there’s truly any light at the end of this dark long tunnel.”

Even as water rolled down his face, deep down, he wanted more and more. This feeling was so overwhelming and heart-numbing that he didn't even care how he appeared anymore or what he was saying or moaning. He knew that some words were coming out of his mouth, but fuck it. He would feel another cum building in him, but he couldn't even control it at all. It was like he was a visitor to the body and his work was just to see what happened. He couldn't even count how many stars he has seen, the only thing he is sure of is that he is deep into the stars.

I blurt before I can stop myself: “Maybe I feel it too.” His eyes widen just for a fraction of a second but I see it. Something dangerously close to triumph and then I inhale briefly, panic flooding in. “I mean—” I stumble over the words, desperate to redirect. “I mean maybe I feel… annoyed, or overwhelmed, or pressured! Yes, that’s it. Pressured!”