Mentalchaos Stories

Ever felt like your brain had too many tabs open? This is my attempt to close them. One thought at a time. Welcome to the noise inside my head. From late night realizations to random sparks of clarity. State of Mind is a glimpse into the internal world we all share but rarely talk about. No filters. No apologies. Just a permanent record of a temporary state of mind. 🌖

They said Joyce Lin never hurt anyone. She was quiet, unreadable, and known for smiling only when angry. But after crossing her, people lost friends, secrets spread, and sleep became impossible. Then she disappeared. Now stories of a girl with dark eyes and a cold smile appear everywhere. They call her Ice Smile. And if she smiles at you... it's already too late. Some monsters are born. Others are made. Her smile doesn't kill you. The truth does. They feared her heartbeat. They should have feared her grin. A human entered the mansion. None of them left unchanged. Pinterest pics are not mine, credits to og owners!

Turning one small moment into a full emotional documentary since forever!!

In this short story we read of a young adult consumed with the stress of College and Training. Chloe's OCD is getting worse. She's unable to focus on any of her responsibilities. Instead of taking her pills or eating, she decide a run is the best thing to do. Until a fall changes everything. (Short Story) By: Michaela Lagas

A scrambled word soup that my phone's auto-recommended texts that is messy but kind of interesting. I did not write these.

It's 2:30 a.m. He's online. He's laughing. He's talking to everyone. Everyone except me. He didn't leave. He didn't say goodbye. He just stopped looking at me. What began as a few hours of silence turned into a thousand questions, a hundred unsent confessions, and one girl desperately trying to understand whether she was loved-or simply tolerated. A raw glimpse into the mind of a girl who loves too deeply, waits too long, and wonders if being someone's last priority is still a form of love.

"A guide to understanding the beautifully broken minds that play the game of life like a twisted chessboard, where everyone's a pawn, and no one's truly sane."

This isn't a diary. It isn't a journal either. At least... I don't think it is. There will be a lot of probablys in these pages because certainty has never really been my thing. These are just my thoughts-unfiltered, unorganized, and sometimes impossible to understand, even for me. What I do know is that these pages carry the naked feelings of someone caught somewhere between being a teenager and becoming an adult. Old enough to know that life can hurt. Young enough to still wonder why it had to. This isn't a story about having all the answers. It's about being another girl trying to survive the life that keeps finding new ways to leave its marks on her. I don't really have one person to tell all of this to. So I'm leaving it here. Out in the open. Maybe someone will understand. Maybe no one will. Either way, these thoughts deserved somewhere to exist besides my own mind. I'll try to make them interesting enough for you to stay. I hope you do.

some feelings are easier to type than say out loud. typed, erased, repeated. is a collection of poems, late-night thoughts, unfinished feelings, love that stayed too long, memories that still ache, and the kind of emotions people pretend they've moved on from. these pages were written in moments of overthinking, healing, missing, loving, breaking, and becoming. maybe you'll relate to some of them. maybe you'll wish you didn't.

"A Collection of Feelings" is a poetry collection woven from emotions that often go unspoken. Within these pages lie poems about love, heartbreak, longing, healing, and the quiet moments in between. Each piece is a fragment of a feeling, a memory, or a thought transformed into words. If you've ever felt too much, loved too deeply, or found comfort in poetry, this collection is for you. Written by Celene 🌙

Two strangers sharing conversation. One being brutally honest Another wanting to know more... Let's see where it goes