Overthinking - Blog Posts

So… I finished the spicy art 🥹

And overthinking henchman

Here-

Sometimes it's really hard being emotionally intelligent and self-aware, and also being good at analyzing people and yourself, especially when combined with being an overthinker. I know I'm right, even if it doesn't appear true yet, because my brain recognizes the patterns and has this cycle of self doubt that probably leads to self sabotage. I'm so tired of people not being able to be as emotionally intelligent as me, as it just leads to the loss of relationships and me being jaded, when everything could have been avoided with just simple communication

I can’t deal with this man….

Wait a min, I’ve handled 4x drunk people with this energy…

I can totally handle him as I am the resident sober mom friend and plan on being forever more.

I think he might be trying to induce heart attacks. 💓💓💓💓💓

Omg the one with the sweater and the suit affect me in a way that just is incomparable with the others. Jungkook, what do you want from me dude? You go on live saying, “you think you can handle me?”….

Um to that I say, dude, wait till you see the energy and how much life I have in me. you think you seen the power of Army and people with alcohol, well this sober person might be your greatest challenge.

Seriously tho my friends are low key scared of the energy I possess when I choose to. (I’m mostly calm, so no worries) 😉

The life and the dream in Chicago.

Death will find me dead.

Fear is long gone.

But it’s been hard to let them know that all I need now is not Lethargy, or Trazodone, or Sertraline.

I need a heart that can beat when mine is trembling, a face that can smile when mine is sad-locked, and a person who can accept that I am in a dangerous mood.

I am this. Now, you should know that I won't push you to a wall I haven't pushed myself to first.

I'd rather get there first, then wait, if you’ve got the guts to join me there.

I am this, understand— I don’t desire to be loved unconditionally unless I first love without conditions.

This is love, baby, and all it means is for us to be a little bit more fair to each other.

old cigarettes and bitter black coffee a taste of discontent on the tip of my tongue closing my eyes to enter a storm of endless thoughts, a dusty brain sometimes my body feels too heavy to carry so I lay down and just stay in a strangers bed for as long as I can get away with it old sheets and red-stained walls a strangers bed became my home

numbness became a second skin my brain seems quiet yet too loud in its silence and wherever I am there is nowhere to be my heart is trapped inside of my mind thoughts float  heavy through my veins exchange my blood with what is left to survive the night the day the losing in between

We think to much

and forget to love instead