What do people do with all that time? I mean, people other than me. They must do something. All those nights and weekends for years and years. I can’t even imagine what I’m going to do with all that time. Don’t people get awfully tired after a while? I mean, won’t I get awfully tired? And is there something that makes it okay in the end? Is there something that makes it worth it, being so tired, going through all this?
me, begging on my knees, sobbing, voice raw, whispering quietly: please dear god let me enjoy something in moderation
brain: OBSESSED OBSESSED OBSESSED OBSESSED OBSESSED OBSESSED OBSESSED OBSESSED
It’s kind of tricky when you’re a over-thinker and you are aware of it. At this point I’m so unsure about the conclusions I come up with. I mean, is it true? Or did I make it up because I have been overthinking too much? Am I right or has my overthinking fooled me?
I just realized I hit the next level; I’m overthinking about overthinking
I suppose there’s at least one silver lining for us executive dysfunction sufferers: you can’t normalise problematic behaviour if you never do anything.
just moving along like everyone else 