Look inside

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I’ve been thinking for some days, maybe months. Yeah, I don’t know what exactly I’m thinking.

Okay, It’s overthinking. 

Thanks to overthinking, I randomly remembered that I hadn’t posted anything in my blog post in a long time. So, I thought, why not? Let’s write overthinking. 

As much as it hurts my ego to accept, I feel super alone these days. It feels like old relations are just fading away. Being an extremist, I can’t balance out my emotions, so making new relationships. It’s not happening as well.

I’m having a mid-life crisis in my twenties. I always dreamt of doing something extraordinary, and it’s not happening. Let’s leave being extraordinary aside, not even doing something ordinary. Enough of motivational videos and motivational speakers saying it’s okay simply to exist. Yeah, you guys are earning millions, millions of people know you,  and I’m supposed to chill because I’m doing a great job by existing. 

Every day my notebooks stare at me, and I stare at them. I try to understand them. But our vibes don’t match. 

“Hey, let’s just find common ground.” 

“It’s your problem.”

Hmm…okay

I feel like I’m missing out on stuff. Overall I feel like I’m in a sort of time loop. It is like repeating my days again and again.

Now I’m overthinking to overthink. So, I guess it’s a goodbye.

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