I come and go. Sometimes I will post everyday for a week and then I won’t post for months.
It’s hard being so emotionally intelligent at such a young age — watching, noticing, overanalyzing every word, every silence, every shift in the room. And it’s even harder pairing that with overthinking, because now you’re not just analyzing… you’re second‑guessing every analysis you make. It feels like a double‑edged intuition — sharp enough to read others, sharp enough to cut into you when you start turning it inward. And once your mind gets loud, it’s nearly impossible to quiet it. The constant thinking, the constant questioning, the way you can feel so much and nothing at the same time, draining the life from you, the pull between wanting to speak and wanting to disappear into your thoughts. This is what we’re never taught — how to feel deeply without drowning in it.
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Author:
Vanna (
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- Category: Sad
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