Went Over My Head Novels & Stories

I did not have a solid plan and my anxiety was through the roof. “No, it will be worse, I feel it.”

"U-Use to b-bad. G-Good f-feels w-weird good. I-I'm not g-good e-enough for g-good. C-Confused." "Oh doll," Timothy sighed, reaching over to pull me into a hug. My sniffles turn into whimpers and choked sobs as I sunk into the warmth he provided. It was too much. They were too much. I didn't know what to do anymore. "Your thinking too much. Actually, your overthinking." "T-Thinking?" I hiccuped.

********** If I ever got the opportunity to change the world, the first thing I would take away is hangovers. I mean, the terrible decisions I make is more than enough consequence for drinking too much. Why add the headache? My eyes snapped open as sunlight stabbed directly into my skull. "Fuck." The word came out hoarse. My head felt like someone had replaced my brain with a marching band. I groaned and buried my face into the pillow. I couldn't deal with this now. Maybe if I got a little more sleep, the headache would go away. And who knows? I could even get another disastrous orgasm in my dreams.

I'm in trouble. What have i done.

I scrunched my face in disgust. I tried to recall the events of the night I met him. Of course! I had to be drinking. I moved back to the wall. “You. Are. A. Big. Disappointment. To. Yourself.” I hit my head, not strong enough for me to collapse, but strong enough for me to feel a little impact. It was a stupid idea. But it mostly worked for me.

An instinct. I’d never been a superstitious person, but lately, I couldn’t shake the sense that something bigger was happening. Something I didn’t understand. I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts. I couldn’t let my imagination run wild. Not now. Not with everything else on my plate.

I negatively shake my head. A wired thought instantly knock me. I smile wierdly then chuckle hyptonically. My wierd chuckles heightens. They instantly gradually into lunatic laughter's. I face palm myself. How stupid svd dumb I've been. I've risen my dumb expectations so high I ignore the great obstacle before me. The great obstacle faced and feared by every mate. Some happily and delightedly scale through. Other's well.... I let out a whistled breeze. They weren't so lucky.

His voice was soft and somewhat comforting, which brought me some relief. "Yeah, that much I know." I stated this with a sigh. "I know it wasn’t my fault, but I can’t seem to register it up here," I replied, pointing to the side of my head. "I’m stuck with those what-ifs, and I know I won’t be able to forgive myself if anything happens to Mani. I feel so useless not being of help; it’s been a long time since I felt this pathetic." I whispered the last part, feeling breathless.

Igniting confusion once more about where he stands in all of this. “I need some headspace. To think. You have no idea how confusing all of this is and…….” I sigh heavily, cradling my mug without drinking it. Lost for words and excuses with a headache brewing. He has no idea how his presence is like an imposing force that clouds my judgment.

But all I could do was whisper to myself in my head. What have I gotten myself into? to be continued