Too Much Thinking Novels & Stories

Kit was over her head when she thought about the situation all day about everything. The more she thought about everything she knew, the more she felt lost. This was not something she really could get her mind to follow one step and then the rest. It made perfect sense one time, and then it made none. She seemed to be in a hallway of mirrors that nothing was as it seemed it to be. It was exhausting to think about. She was so far deep into her thoughts the day past to fast, and she had been doing nothing but thinking.

A situation that is filled with the burden of thoughts, will definitely not make you comfortable. Everything that you think about for a long time will actually make you overthinking. Furthermore, all feelings and prejudices will appear repeatedly. If you have this, you will be tired and difficult to control your mind. In addition, it cannot be denied that emotions also become unstable in solving problems. Walking in the hallway holding a glass of coffee in the evening, with a cocky look on his face, he looked around when his glance stopped meeting with someone who had just walked around the opposite hall from him.

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.

That’s all I’ve been doing lately. Sitting, then thinking, then not thinking. Then thinking again until it hurts so badly I wish I could just rip my own head open and take everything out. Because maybe… just maybe if I empty it completely, that would give me the completely freedom i seek. Maybe there would be no Leo, no Jeremy, no guilt, no… me. Fuck! My phone rings, right when I feel this overthinking was finally going to make me go mad, or even better kill me The sound is loud, it feels to real, like it doesn’t belong in this quiet, suffocating space I’ve built for myself.

It was even a frowning thought for her as she could not avoid hearing some of her co-trainees talking in groups discreetly about topics she would regard as a waste of time to think. First of all, they were not allowed. Second, practically speaking, thinking about such things will only increase their desire. It was a stupid thing because there was no way to satisfy such cravings while they were in boot camps. In Nyll’s understanding, weren’t they just torturing themselves even more by thinking about silly thoughts when there was no way to satiate such longing? That was plainly nonsense. A stupid thing to do, foolish thoughts to waste one’s time with. But now, it was different. Totally differe

I promised I wouldn’t run. Blowing out a long breath, I try to pull back my rapidly spiraling thoughts. Sitting here and driving myself crazy isn’t helping anything. Least of all myself. My stomach rumbles, dragging my mind away from the next avenue of doom and gloom it wanted to wander down. This is good. Hunger is something I can actually fix. Plus, focusing on food might help me stop overthinking everything else.

Mind going into overdrive. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I overreacted, I acted stupidly.” I blurt it out nervously, pressured by his oddness to apologise, to make this right as thoughts of calm before the storm in the past weigh on me heavily. He just shrugs and picks at his thumbnail with his other hand.