March 11th, 2016
1:11 amShe's so lost, lost in her thoughts, lost in her own world, lost in outer space. "What are you thinking about?" they all ask when her eyes slide out of focus. She can't answer this question, never, because the question is what doesn't she think about? The inside of her head is covered in layers and layers of sharp thoughts, slicing at her brain, cutting open her skull until her blood spills onto the floor, red and shining for everyone to see. Stars swirl all around her, exploding behind her eyelids, throwing her out of orbit. She can't escape, no matter which way she turns, because she's never learned how to. What she wishes for is silence. Silence in her head. But her thoughts never stop tumbling and crashing. They never stop. And she doesn't know how to get back down to earth. -overthinking n.j. on Tumblr
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