Existensialcrisis Stories

Have you ever wondered what its like to feel like you're the only person that has nobody? That nobody loves you, even though you can love them with all your heart? I know this feeling, and I can share what it feels like. I've had my heart broken in twenty thousand pieces, I've felt like I built my walls so high that they were impenetrable, then had them crumble down in an instant. I've been in love, I've hated, I've cried, I've smiled, I've laughed, I've screamed. And I'm still young.

a collection of my emotions and random rants

Critique is a poem based on my Existential crisis Its filled with frustration, anger, sadness and disappointment

I love words. I love how insignificant they feel when it comes to place our feelings, our dreams, ourselves. I love to run through all those letters I know and find the ones that fit the best. I love when I construct them in a way where they go just a bit more deeper to explaim the complex emotions we feel. It inclues a set of poems I've written. It doesn't sound that cool against the sexy lustly fanfictions (I love them too) but if you read, if you feel it, let me know that we have gone through same situations or ideas #poems #lgbtq #poemlgbtq #poemdark #angst #happy

Behind all the dreams of glamour and glory lies an insatiable secret hiding behind the fragile veil between the hopeful dreams of prosperity - upon the eldritch reality awaiting just outside the city walls, where terrible horrors watched and loomed as the everyman toils their meagre lives, awaiting the moment to reveal themselves. Those sacrifices made by those who were unlucky to encounter these terrors shall not be forgotten, and The Horrors of Apocrypha codified these perilous events for the world to see.

You don't know whats going to happen until it's happened. ...anything can happen...

"I never gave life a fighting chance." -Zayn Malik We've all made mistakes that we most likely regret and won't confess at some point in our lifetime. We've all made mistakes. It's a fact. We've all made mistakes. Some more than others. Some worse than others. But we've just got to get past them for they are in the past. Or in other words, life's brutal and sometimes we just have to deal with it.

The cover is from Canva, I don't take credit for it. Anyway here's the summary: Oliver Sanders is a 23-year-old man living a mundane life in the Equaline Village which is part of the Empire of Atheria. He lived out his days selling bread and other pastries and giving the leftovers to the local orphanage in his village. All is well and good until one day, he starts having weird dreams about an alternate life, which then proceed to plague him as visions in the waking world. All of these made him think he was crazy and start writing in order to gather his wits back. That was until a key event happened and he got his memories of his past life back, a life where he was not an office worker, or an old man, or even a male for that matter. But he was once Alicia Wheatherman, a 17-year-old student who died by a drunk driver. That was enough to make him question his reality until he realized that he was transported to a novel world where he was not a boring background NPC or a side character, but rather a well-known informant going by the name of 'White Raven' who was destined to die. He just wanted to live a good life. But like all people like him who were transported into a fantasy world, he knew that was next to impossible. WARNING! This story will be written in both a journal format and a third-person POV with Oliver after each entry. The chapters will alternate between an 'Entry' and '2nd POV' so yeah. Also, this will be largely unedited and chapters will be short and sporadic and both length and release. I only write this for my self-indulgence and nothing more. I honestly don't expect people to even find this at all. That's all, baiiiii