Too Much Thinking Novels & Stories

Thinking about this is really shaking me to the bones. No no, I can't think that way. Strange things happen all the time and this is just one of them. I won't make anything out of this. I should stop overthinking it. Yes...I won't think about it. ° ° ***

"Yes, you do. This deep thinking thing is going to get you killed, Sam. If you want to daydream or think about things, do it at home, where you're safe. Not out here in the open, where any number of things can go wrong. You're going to get yourself killed if you can't control your thoughts. Don't be that idiot that gets other people killed." "I'm sorry. It won't happen again," I say, even though I know it probably will. Lately all I've been able to do is think. I think when I'm preparing food for everyone. I think when I'm bathing. I think when I'm working out. I think in dangerous situations like this. I even think late at night when I'm in Ryder's arms. I don't know if I can turn off my mi

He stopped and looked at me. I sat for a moment and thought about what he was saying. He was right; he was a thinker, always thinking. Sometimes, too much of a thinker, he would always get these cute little 'deep in concentration' looks on his face when he was going into overdrive. I can only imagine what all goes through his mind when he goes into that mode. I learned once that unless you have a pen and pad ready, do not interrupt him or ask him what he is thinking about, because he will rattle at the speed of light.

My acrylic nail taps restlessly against my thumb while frustration coils tighter in my chest. "I know I probably overdo it sometimes. I just..." I exhale hard, shaking my head. "Once I start overthinking, it's like my brain won't let shit go. One bad thought turns into twenty more, and suddenly I'm acting insane over stuff that might not even be true." The confession lingers awkwardly between us. God. I hate sounding vulnerable. Makes my skin itch. Makes me wanna immediately say something funny or shake my ass on a countertop to restore balance to the universe.

Now I couldn't help but think all sorts of things that most likely didn't need me to overthink them. I think I'm dickmatized. 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!

She ran her hands down her face. “Then when?” “I don’t know. I just need to think.” “That right there is your problem. You’re using your head a little too much and it isn’t doing you much good. Not everything has to be rationalised.” “I think this is a case of that’s-easy-for-you-to-say.”

[ S E R A P H I N E ] My mind won't stop racing. All this overthinking is making me dizzy again. The dim glow of my night lamp doesn't help much. I need four more hours of sleep, but my brain won't give it a rest now that I'm all alone again. I'm back here in my quiet apartment, my body tired as ever, but my swirling thoughts are too loud to shut off. “Ugh.” I don't think I'll make it through this week in good health and sane. I wanna blame Dominico...even though it's not really his fault.

A version who is tired of being pressed into a mold that does not even fit. Honestly, I kind of like her. "I have more important things to deal with," I finish. "Like my mental health. Thinking about pointless things affects my mental health, because then all I think about who people can live without using their brains." I turn on my heel and walk out of the hall. If I had long hair, I would flip it over my shoulder. In my mind, I still do. Take that, old hamster. But I freeze when I reach the doorway.

"You can put it that way. For example, if I say that one of you has reached the end of his life, what's the point of just thinking about who can be the one who has reached the end of his life? When that person really reaches the end of his life, you might regret that period of guessing time. Why don't you do something else? Whether it's to fulfill your life's wishes or to fight to the death, it's better than these useless guesses, isn't it?" Hearing this, Samuel came to a sudden realization. That's right, why was he so obsessed with this problem? Everyone would die, so what? What Samuel had to do was to fight to the death! He didn't have to worry about anything else. He just needed to deal w

"You do, really. Clementia, your profound mentality will ultimately get you murdered. If you need to fantasize or ponder about anything, do it at the apartment, where you are protected. You're actually trying to get yourself murdered if you can't even control your sentiments out here in the f road, when anything may go wrong. Don't become that moron that gets her companions harmed and killed." I heaved out a deep sigh. Peter was right. "It will not happen again. I'm sorry," and although I know it's unlikely, I responded. The Only one I've been eligible to do lately was contemplating. Whenever I'm making dinner for everyone, I ponder. When I'm showering, I wonder. When I'm exercising out, I c