Openbook Stories

this is a story about being an outcast among ones peers just the beginning trying it out if things go well I will try to update the cover picture and add new parts to the story

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

stay awake; dreams only last for a night

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Do you ever have a dream you cannot remember? One that you swear was really good but you haven't the slightest clue what about?! Well these are stories based on a dream, filled in with imagination and as little thought as possible. These are based on my dreams. I'm the dream girl, I create worlds that are reality. I live in them, grow old. I just didn't know these past life's were a thing. Not until I met you. Then I knew and more importantly I remembered.

Poems/ speeches I wish I had the guts to actually put out there under my real name.

Empty without tea

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

uggghhhhhhhhhh

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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The intent is to document my life story. In 30 short years I already have a lot to tell. I'll write what I remember. I might speculate on what I forget. Join me if you want. I am a mother. A wife. Maybe a lot more than that.

Compilation of free verse poetry, poems, essay and etc.

the earths fragile heart broke one day after you left and guess who had to glue it back together.

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!

Sometimes an ordinary life, most times trying to figure out a way around it.