Zenitsuu
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Are you an overthinker like me?
Every night, I close my eyes with a simple hope—to fall asleep. But instead of sleep, my mind awakens.
It wanders through people I've met, words I've never said, moments I wish I could relive, and memories I wish I could forget. I think about the world, about life, and about everything that silently revolves around us. One thought gives birth to another, until my mind becomes an endless maze with no exit.
Some memories arrive like gentle rain, bringing warmth and a quiet smile. Others crash like storms, stealing every chance of sleep and pulling me deeper into thoughts I never intended to revisit.
The night is supposed to be silent, yet it's when my mind is the loudest. While the world rests, my thoughts refuse to. They question, imagine, remember, regret, and wonder—again and again.
Sometimes I wonder if overthinking is a curse or a gift. A curse because it robs me of peaceful nights. A gift because it allows me to see beauty, meaning, and questions that often go unnoticed.
So I lie there, waiting for sleep... but instead, I find myself having conversations with my own mind until morning quietly arrives.
Are you an overthinker like me? If you are, then perhaps you know that the hardest battles are often the ones no one else can see.
Every night, I close my eyes with a simple hope—to fall asleep. But instead of sleep, my mind awakens.
It wanders through people I've met, words I've never said, moments I wish I could relive, and memories I wish I could forget. I think about the world, about life, and about everything that silently revolves around us. One thought gives birth to another, until my mind becomes an endless maze with no exit.
Some memories arrive like gentle rain, bringing warmth and a quiet smile. Others crash like storms, stealing every chance of sleep and pulling me deeper into thoughts I never intended to revisit.
The night is supposed to be silent, yet it's when my mind is the loudest. While the world rests, my thoughts refuse to. They question, imagine, remember, regret, and wonder—again and again.
Sometimes I wonder if overthinking is a curse or a gift. A curse because it robs me of peaceful nights. A gift because it allows me to see beauty, meaning, and questions that often go unnoticed.
So I lie there, waiting for sleep... but instead, I find myself having conversations with my own mind until morning quietly arrives.
Are you an overthinker like me? If you are, then perhaps you know that the hardest battles are often the ones no one else can see.
