i'm tired of thinking.

i'm tired of thinking. period.
it seems like that's all i've done this past week. think.

my brain feels like its over-loading; like it's going to explode from all this thinking, and over-analyzing, and worrying, and stressing, and being tired, and being scared, and feeling alone, and hoping you're alright, and wanting to cheer you up, and protecting you from everything, and just trying to be okay.

i'm just tired of thinking.
i'm tired of thinking about everything.
i'm tired of thinking about what's happened.
i'm tired of thinking about what could happen.
i'm tired of thinking about what's going to change.
i'm tired of thinking about what you might be thinking about.
i'm tired of thinking about if i am right or wrong.
i'm tired of thinking about if i'm pleasing you and if i'm doing it right.
i'm tired of thinking about what i should do and what i shouldn't.
i'm tired of thinking about what others do.
i'm tired of thinking about every little thing you do.
i'm tired of thinking about thinking. because that's all i'm doing now.

i'm tired of it.

because the only place my thinking gets me is nowhere.