subject line: blank space. May 22, 2015 by Hannah Brencher harvest, alabama I am tired of overthinking every damn thing. My life is good; I have an incredibly sweet boyfriend, whom I am in love with—shiz, I am saying this for the first time—a good job, good friends, and a good family that cares about me. But, at the end of the day all I can think about was if I said the right things, if I kind enough, if he is tired of me. Then I get into this mood, a funk, where I am all gloomy. I am so tired of this. So tonight when I go to bed, I will picture a blank, white wall like I always do, and tell myself that it is okay, it is fine, I am good. I promise you, you are okay. You are good.