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Diary Of An Overthinker

Diary Of An Overthinker

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Welcome to the brain of Maximus Klave-civil engineering student, chronic overthinker, and emotionally constipated romantic. Between problem sets, panic attacks, and very inconvenient feelings for his classmate Erin, Max is barely holding it together. Things don't get easier with Harold, the annoyingly charming rival who seems to be competing with Max for both grades and Erin, or Ronan, the academic robot who turns every class into a bloodbath. Thankfully, Max isn't alone. He's got Leia-the no-nonsense friend who talks him down from 2 a.m. breakdowns-and Nass, who's mostly just here for snacks and unhinged commentary. Diary of an Overthinker is a journal-style ride through the chaos of college, where anxiety is loud, friendships are louder, and love might be hiding in the least expected places-like between coffee-fueled cram sessions and passive-aggressive group chats. Love is hard. Engineering is harder. Overthinking makes both nearly impossible.
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Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. Cover art: me © All Rights Reserved

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