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I have so much to say. Too much, honestly. My head feels like a crowded room-thoughts screaming over each other, feelings bumping into walls, and questions echoing with no one to answer them. Most days, I walk around smiling like everything's fine, but inside? I'm tangled up in things I can't even begin to explain out loud. Someone once told me, "Write it down. It'll help." So I did. At first, it was just messy scribbles in a small, worn-out black diary under my pillow. It was my safe place. My confessional. But no matter how much I wrote, some thoughts kept looping, some feelings stayed stuck. And worst of all, the questions? They never left. Why do I feel like this? Who even am I supposed to be? Am I the only one thinking these things, feeling this lost? That's why I'm here-writing this digital diary. Not just for me, but maybe... for someone like me. Someone who's also up at 2 AM thinking too much. Someone carrying invisible storms. Someone who just wants to be heard, even if it's by a stranger scrolling through a screen. This won't be polished. It won't always make sense. Some entries might be raw, some too honest. But they'll be real. I'm writing everything-the overthinking, the overfeeling, the fears, the little joys, the questions I never dared to ask aloud. Maybe no one will read this. Maybe someone will. But either way, these are the pieces of me I've kept locked away-finally breathing in the open. So if you've stumbled here, welcome to the mess. Let's figure it out together

For anyone who has ever felt misunderstood in their teenage years and wondering what their purpose is. Written in 2013 by my 15 year old Self. Finally publishing for fun. I was a massive geek. - FatMood

When your thoughts or feelings begin to be too much for you, and you begin to not even recognize your own words you wrote or typed. Share them. With someone who's willing to listen. Willing to indulge in you even if they aren't equipped to assist. Listening and being felt with forever exist! And that's all this collection is even if to you right now It doesn't make sense. Just indulge in me for a second If you have the time. I'd appreciate it and If not that's okay too. All love over here boo!

This will be filled with thoughts I feed myself whenever I don't feel okay. If you don't feel okay, feel free to comment how you feel. We'll be okay, together.

Words escape from mental imprisonment & head south where my mouth is the exit I was ready for commitment in a crowded waiting room asking brides & grooms what would they call it if dared to rename the moon Everyday I, Sift through opinions in search of the key to unlocking dominions Instead I, Stumble across common answers, Children of Jah tell me the herb is a wisdom enhancer The only wall between a blind man & an open book is blissful ignorance I just wanna fill up on enough spontaneous-ness to get off my wheel-chair & dance... And dance to the rhythm of my youth with a cold bottle of truth in my hand As much as I try doing nothing wrong hoping to be alright, this heartless darkness compels me to outshine any spotlight Enemies became close while flirting with Eternal Life Opportunities at the door are my only guests before going on a quest to recover the Ten Lost Tribes I believe in achieving anything my mind keeps conceiving So when I refuse to be labeled a typical human being, It is because I'm a warmbody in a world where everybody is being human

A story of, whatever you want to call it. Life I guess

Empty without tea

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Almost is never enough. As stated in the song of ariana grande and nathan sykes. I never thought in my life the word almost would sound this pessimistic. I always thought that when someone said almost, it means i'm near and i am getting there but after all the things that has happened almost seems like you are getting nearer but then you never reached it. And when we talked about geometry it seems that almost is the asymptote in which it is approaching it but never really achieved it. Almost is the best word to describe this life event that happened to me. "Almost": I made a mistake i was almost near my dreams, i was getting there but then i neglected all the circumstances and possibilities around me that i tripped and i could not even go back to that dream. It was now all a trash. I am a trash. How could I go from here? Where should I go? Could i make it this time?

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A timeless tale as old as time as someone struggles to make sense of what is supposedly called life

A novel full of poems, ideas, and worries all generated by me.

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Oh hey! Come on in! Let's have a chat! Okay I'll get right to it I'm gonna rant (This is a rant book+ my diary that can be shared with the world) a lot and you might not like my point of view of things but this is my opinion and I'm gonna express it

stay awake; dreams only last for a night