Existentialcrisis Stories

Everyone has a list. A list of things they should have said. A list of chances they should have taken. A list of mistakes they wish they could erase. For one man, that list becomes an obsession. As he begins confronting the moments that shaped his life, he discovers that the past is far more complicated than memory allows. What follows is a haunting journey through regret, hope, and the endless question that follows every human being: What if?

You find yourself dwelling in your little hole of doom and despair. You're a burden. A dead weight. No one wants anything to do with the likes of you. You decide to end it all, yet mysterious figures keep coming up and cascading litanies tantamount to farces. You don't recall having bad blood between those "people" you've never seen before. On your way to the roof, something strange happens....the staircase has no end no matter how much you climb and those creatures keep showing up abundantly! What's weirder...is with every step you take, they get more inhumane, from chatters to looks to behavior. Yet...a certain entity seemed to catch your eye...it was 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡.

It's the story of a girl constantly in her thought, thinking a lot about death but who despite her negative thought is somehow willing to live. The story tells why is she willing to live, big blue eyes.

Haii guys, this is my first phanfiction ever:) I want to post a series of stories-sorry if I reek of newbie, as I am new to the Phandom :0 Anyways, mostly fluff, enjoy :)

It was meant to be, right? ------- [short fic] [completed] [word count: 421] ------- >originally posted on ao3 >i haven't touch this account since months >i dunno what to do now /lh >changed the cover to a shitpost because i can

Random poems.

Existential crisis go brr

~A story of a girl and her thoughts who's lost all hope written like poems~ Life●death●love●pain●hope●despair

this is a story of how the universe created our existences. how we are all made from broken stars, and how the universe made us into humans. this is the story of how i found the stars and galaxies of everything my atoms have been searching for in another girl's eyes. this is the story of how i fell in love with the universe all over again, in another life, in another cosmic wreck. #ToAllTheBoysIEverLoved #ToAllTheBoysContest "there are many stars in the sky tonight, but only one shines through my heart, and that is you."

Ena goes to save Mizuki from the empty SEKAI after the following events of Mizu5. (An aromantic tries to write MizuEna angst)

Dan has always struggled with bad anxiety and depression as long as his somewhat new state of existential crisis, and he thinks it's as bad as it can get but what happens when he finds out it's not? Will he stay strong? Ask Phil for help? But what if he's to afraid or embarrassed to get help? This is going to be a somewhat long fan fiction and possibly a series. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dan or Phil and as far we know Dan is just having a severe existential crisis not depression and anxiety. I DO NOT wish any of this upon Dan or Phil. THIS IS NOT A PHAN FICTION. It is invasion of privacy and it is rude to assume uncomfortable things such as them dating. It makes Dan especially uncomfortable and in case you didn't know in 2012 he avoided Phil, stopped eating and etc. because it got so bad for him. He is getting thinner again now (2017). Please be respectful to them they need each other's friendship. TRIGGER WARNING; DEPRESSION, ANXIETY, EXISTENTIAL CRISIS, EATING DISORDER, SELF HARM, etc.

It's a story about crossroads... the kind we keep circling back to no matter how far we think we've run. It's about the masks we wear, the boxes we bury our wants in, and the quiet ache we call independence when connection feels too expensive. Told with brutal honesty, a scientist's precision, and the sarcasm of someone who's survived both heartbreak and the swipe circus (or whatever we're calling them now), The Box unpacks what it means to want something more... without losing yourself to get it. Not desperate. Not delusional. Just... open.

sometimes in my sleep bits of my soul come out through my pores and take the form of words. by the time i wake up they have already become poems.

Oh look a bunch of stories I wrote, I'm writing and I'll write. Fables perhaps? Learn the world and the Universe with these heh...

Sometimes feelings and thoughts are hard to express. That's when poems come in handy, because they don't have to make perfect sense to feel right and to let everything out. So, that's basically what this book is about, a collection of random thoughts. Enjoy!

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