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rosepresley68
rosepresley68

Drowning

Maybe it’s just a quarter-life crisis.

Or maybe there’s too much sun.

Maybe there are so many opportunities it’s overwhelming.

But I’m drowning.

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layer-vale
layer-vale
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thepowertopivotcollective
thepowertopivotcollective

Nothing happened. Which is somehow my favorite reason to spiral.


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My husband asks what’s for dinner tonight and somehow my brain ends up planning a vacation.


One simple question and now I’m thinking about groceries, money, whether I even feel like cooking, how tired I am, how long it’s been since we went anywhere, and if this is a sign I need a reset, a plane ticket, or both.


No one asked for all that.

And yet my mind was ready.


That is what spiraling does.

It takes one ordinary moment and drags it somewhere it never needed to go.

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mr-goodma
mr-goodma
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sorryif-imstupid
sorryif-imstupid

when u stay up until 12am until their birthday to wish them hbs but no1 else is and u get worried its not thier birthday and actually for every1s bday u get worried u have the wrong date unless u see someone else wihsing hbd first and so u wanna b a good friend and wish hbd the moment it is but u overthink it so u dont and yk tmr ur gonna feel bad when u see everyone texted before u bc u slept late bc u stayed up late but

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everybadthing
everybadthing

And to think some people

At the end of every day just feel

Okay about the life they lived

The things they did without

Agonizing under the weight of every

Past and present moment remembered

Every Dysregulated encounter

Their past sins committed and endured

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mindresetsessions
mindresetsessions

Too much on your mind?
Pause.

Start here on Spotify
Listen in a quiet space.
Let the pressure dissolve.
Find calm again.

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its-all-down-hill
its-all-down-hill
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tommynba
tommynba
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tommynba
tommynba

She was always saying that I was manipulating her, but when I asked her the same question, she would reply, “We both manipulate each other.”

I always feared that her affection for me might not be real. Back then, I wondered if she was being fake. Now I know for sure … that everything she said was genuine.

It warms my heart to know that everything between us was real.

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tommynba
tommynba

I want her to be happy, even if it’s not with me.
With her massive red flags and childhood trauma, it won’t be easy for her.

I guess I’m starting to look at it realistically. She didn’t deserve me.
She seems a bit annoying right now :D but still … her voice makes me feel warm inside … sometimes.

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lapetitedxll
lapetitedxll
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layer-vale
layer-vale
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lapetitedxll
lapetitedxll
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kathis-world
kathis-world

Alles fühlt sich zu viel und gleichzeitig leer an

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annyuraa
annyuraa
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hell0kittyisdead
hell0kittyisdead
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help-my-relationship
help-my-relationship

How do I (27M) clarify with her (25F) why I insisted on giving her my number

I (27M) caught her (25F) as she left with her friends and started a short convo. She was a eager to leave, so I tried to give my number. She then tried to give me hers, but I insisted she take mine. We had a back and forth about it, but she took mine and she called and texted me right there. I was super confused.
I wanted to give mine, so she could text later if she was interested. I wasn’t expecting her to call me right there. In hindsight maybe she wanted to give a fake number and avoid the whole thing. How do I clarify this, so I don’t come off like a pushy A-hole?

There’s no problem here and absolutely nothing to explain. You wanted each other to have your number, and now you both have each other’s numbers. This is a non-situation. Let it go. And get some help for your anxiety.

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wanderingmind867
wanderingmind867

I’m still overthinking and feeling rather tired and worrying about my posts being seen today. With my posts and reblogs, I get carried away sometimes. I’ve probably got close to 30 new posts or reblogs just today alone. It can be ridiculous and excessive, but I can’t always help myself. I really can’t seem to help myself. I’m a big poster, to the point where I almost accuse myself of being addicted.

I’ve made a ton of posts today. I don’t know if all of them have been seen. I hope they have been, but I couldn’t tell you if they have been or if they haven’t been. My brain made me feel obligated to write this though, so here we are.

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dr3amoon
dr3amoon