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Does it have to be an OC or can I just tag myself?
Tag the OC that overthinks everything
She’s damaged, but she’s a keeper. She just needs to be loved a little different, reassured a little more.
And in
the end,
it’s you
against you.
Fighting for
yourself.
She hides all her problems behind a smile. Behind her smile is a world of pain and hurt.
You think you know her, but you really have no idea.
Being judged by your own family is the worst kind of pain.
Can someone save me from this never ending nightmare?
Ohhh… nevermind…
Wipeout your own tears, because if people come to you, they will come for a deal.
Never let to know the reason of your sadness to others, they won’t get it.
I know yall feel me, I know you do
Why can't I just tell people how I feel, cuz I know that I'm not feeling good about myself. Cuz I can never say that I like what I see in the mirror... It makes me mad.
have you ever overthink a situation and months later you accidentally find something that actually proves that your overthinking was right all along? It's crazy...
In the depths of my mind, I am imprisoned. Not by bars of steel or chains of iron, but by the relentless machinations of thought. I am an overthinker, condemned to wander the labyrinth of my own mind, forever lost in the endless maze of possibilities and doubts.
Each day begins with the weight of the world pressing down upon my shoulders. Every decision, every action, every word spoken is scrutinized, analyzed, and dissected within the confines of my mind. What if I had said something differently? What if I had chosen another path? These questions echo endlessly, reverberating through the corridors of my consciousness.
It began innocently enough, this curse of overthinking. As a child, I was praised for my curious mind, for my insatiable thirst for knowledge. But somewhere along the way, curiosity transformed into obsession, and knowledge became a burden rather than a blessing.
As I grew older, my overactive mind only grew more restless. Every decision became a monumental task, as I weighed every possible outcome, every potential consequence. Simple tasks became Herculean trials, as I agonized over every minute detail.
And yet, for all my endless pondering, I found no comfort. The more I thought, the more lost I became. It was as if the very act of questioning only served to deepen the jungle of my mind, trapping me further in its intricate web.
But amidst the chaos, amidst the endless maze of my thoughts, there were moments of clarity. Transient moments, like rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds, where everything seemed to make sense. In those moments, I found peace, if only for a fleeting instant.
And so I continue to wander, to question, to overthink. For perhaps it is in the act of questioning that we truly come to understand ourselves. Perhaps the perplexity of my mind is not a curse, but a gift, a never-ending journey of self-discovery.
Perhaps one day I will find comfort in this labyrinth of thought, a way to navigate its winding corridors without losing myself in the process. Until then, I will continue to wander, forever seeking answers to questions that may never have been meant to be answered.
"What if" is the prison where fear holds the key to our doubts.
As a child, I always felt different. While my peers reveled in the simplicity of childhood, I found myself lost in the maze of my own thoughts. Each day brought with it a new puzzle to unravel, a new mystery to ponder. Little did I know, I was on the cusp of discovering my true nature as both an overthinker and a philosopher.
It began innocently enough, with simple questions that danced on the edges of my consciousness. Why is the sky blue? What lies beyond the stars? But as I delved deeper into the recesses of my mind, I found myself grappling with questions far beyond the scope of my years.
It was on a crisp autumn day, with the leaves crunching beneath my feet, that I first realized the extent of my overactive mind. While my classmates laughed and played, I sat beneath the shade of an old oak tree, lost in thought. Questions swirled around me like leaves caught in a whirlwind—questions about existence and the meaning of life.
As I grew older, my thirst for understanding intensified. I grappled with existential questions that seemed to have no answers. What is reality? Is there a God? Does free will truly exist, or are we all merely pawns in a cosmic game of chance? These questions consumed me, driving me to the brink of madness in my search for understanding. While my peers were content to accept the world at face value, I dared to challenge the status quo, to push the boundaries of what was deemed possible.
My fascination with the mysteries of the universe deepened. My mind became a garden of ideas, each one more vibrant and complex than the last. I basked in the beauty of thought, exploring the depths of philosophy with the innocence of a child and the curiosity of a sage. While others spent their days in pursuit of temporary pleasures, I sought something deeper, something more profound.
At first, I reveled in the challenge, relishing the opportunity to unravel the mysteries that lay hidden beneath the surface of reality. But as time passed, I began to feel the weight of my own thoughts bearing down upon me like a burden too heavy to bear. What if I was wrong? What if I never found the answers I sought?
Unfortunately, with the gift of insight came the burden of overthinking. I became acutely aware of the fragility of existence, the ephemeral nature of time, and the vastness of the unknown. Doubt crept into my mind like a thief in the night, casting shadows upon even the brightest of ideas. Every thought became a rabbit hole, leading me deeper and deeper into the recesses of my own mind.
Nonetheless, I never lost sight of the wisdom I had gained in my youth. For even as the world changed around me, I remained steadfast in my quest for understanding, knowing that in the end, it is not the answers themselves that matter, but the questions we dare to ask.
And so, I continue to journey through life, a philosopher in search of truth amidst the ever-shifting sands of existence. For though the path may be long and the road ahead uncertain, I walk forward with a sense of purpose, knowing that in the pursuit of knowledge lies the true essence of what it means to be human.
To say I want all the material luxuries of the world is too old school. Instead, I want my own personal battlefield and a shiny sword in my hands. I want to fight like a warrior not with the people, but with the thoughts. The thoughts that cloud my mind, making attempts to conquer my consistently. The only problem - I am alone on my side and they have a huge army.
-Vanshika Singh, My Monologue with myself