Overthinkers Stories

Writing has always been my escape from reality, this book is a compilation of random short poems etc. that I've written. Miles per minute, because i overthink, when that happens, my mind races "miles per minute".

Poetry and thoughts that keep you going. Keeps you sane. Keeps you living. At the end of the day our brain and thoughts are our coping mechanisms to a certain extend which only you have control over

So im just gonna say stuff in here..

*The most random idea in the history of this username* You see, until I met you, I had only ever experienced desire. Love, never. - Raj --- What a plot twist you were! - Riddhima ~~~ They are similar, yet different. As you keep flipping through the chapters, you'll get to know a lot more about the characters. So, if you'd like, join me in this beautiful journey of two individuals who become from each other's nothing, to everything.

✨ What if the love you almost had... found its way back to you? After all this time, their eyes still carried the same pause, the same ache, like nothing had ever changed? Some stories don't end-they just wait for a rewrite. 💫 Meet the female main character: Tanvi - strong-willed yet tender, carrying old scars and new dreams. She hides her soft heart behind walls of wit, but deep down, she's still learning how to let love feel safe again. 💫 Meet the male main character: Siddharth - quiet, artistic, and the one who never really left her thoughts. He speaks more in silences than in words, and carries a kind of patience that feels like coming home. Together, they're about to discover that sometimes love isn't lost-it's just waiting for the right chapter. ❤️ This is a slow-burn tale of second chances, soft silences, and the kind of tension you can't outrun. Because sometimes, the people we thought we outgrew are the very ones our hearts never truly left behind. For readers who believe in almost, always... and all over again.

Ruhani: A Soul Learning to Breathe Book One of Untill We Couldn't Series She was never the storm. She was the silence after - the kind that buried you. Ruhani Mirza has always been invisible in the places she called home. Blamed, belittled, and broken in the corners of her own house, she survives by clinging to things no one notices - her poetry journal, her nani's voice in her head, and the sound of cassette tapes that still speak louder than her family. At twenty, life offers her a way out - a job in another city, a train ticket she hides beneath her pillow, and a chance to breathe away from the ones who taught her she wasn't enough. But before freedom can begin, the past demands to be grieved. From friendships that turned to betrayals, to a love that was never hers to keep, Ruhani must confront the ghosts of who she was... to find the girl who still dreams. A tender coming-of-age tale about survival, softness, and slow rebellion, Ruhani: A Soul Learning to Breathe is a heartbreakingly intimate look into what it means to be broken - and still choose to begin.

just a little from what's going on inside my head nothing to big or major but i hope someone relates or at least enjoys it.

So. I am bored. I have always wanted to share my thoughts, so here I am. They may not be pleasing or interesting but I'm not really making read this shit now am I? So I would appreciate it if in any case you find it displeasing you simply carry on and do not spew any negativity. If you like it (I'm not even sure I like it) then don't be shy. I would rather interactions than votes. Share your thoughts with me. That's what I am bound to do. Step into my thoughts take a look at my chaos

A soul of a writer, a poet, an artist never dies they are immortal cause they carry a magic of ink splattered on paper. ♡♡♡ Somewhere deep there lies the raging ocean of emotions beneath us, So maybe tracing down it does a therapy. ♡♡♡ It's a collection of poems, quotations, from an nonexistent poet. Poetry/ quotation. Maybe sad, maybe love... but most importantly are emotions. Eunoia [yoo-noy-uh] • Greek "Beautiful Thinking".

Is there need to write the description 😕???

The poem " do l love or not" explains a sophisticated one sided love from a teenage girl to an older male specie who has a wife and children .The poem describes the girl's hidden love for this particular male specie ,which she can' t tell anyone because it might be seen as a disgrace to her ,so she decides to love from a distance and be shattered in order to keep her dignity.

Have you ever felt the urge to write something but your thoughts are so messed up like an unfinished jigsaw puzzle and you couldn't see the point clearly? Yeah, I've always felt that. But, I'm gonna write anyway. This book is my escape. I'll escape with my disturbing thoughts from this so-called "normal" society. I don't want you to understand. I don't want you to be impressed. But I'll write my deepest darkest secret even my suffocating thoughts here. I write to express; to let it all out. And I wouldn't care what you would think. So, if you ever plan to read the contents, I'll wish you good luck! You are permitted to read through my soul.

hii guys!! i decided to start this book because of personal problems and issues i went through , all because of overthinking. i hope this book will help other people .😁 note : ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLEASE EXCUSE ME IF YOU FIND ANY GRAMMATICAL OR SPELLING MISTAKES 😂😁 i hope you can tell me if you find some i will try my best to write everyday about one page ❤️❤️

Hey you, the overthinker, I know it takes a lot for you to deal with fights. Thinking about it the entire day, And also during the sleepless nights. Hey you, the overthinker, I know youu get hurt too fast. Those random thoughts, i know they kill you from inside, But Dont worry, they wont forever last. Hey you, the overthinker, I know every thing affects you alot. The thoughts just start running inside the head. But dont worry, everything will sort Hey you, the overthinker , Just know that you deserve the equal efforts that you're giving. These bad days, they will end soon. Now learn to live without worrying, ✨about every damn thing✨ ~ Aashi Kothari

For the poor souls cursed to overthinking, but can we relate to each others "deep thoughts". Or for the ones who wish to understand.

a little thought while the night is young

About OVERTHINKERS.... Maybe sometimes the right decision is taken by us and maybe sometimes we ruin everything. Hop You Can Relate...

FOR THE MOST IMPORTANT THING LOVE

A man comes across a young girl and he falls for her. He is everything a girl could ever dream of but she is just a little different from others. The man gives her ninenty days to fall inlove, but will she honestly need ninety? Through this experience the girl is taken back through many rough memories and things she thought she could never get through. The man runs out of patience during the course of the thirty days which is the first month and he gives up. When she finally falls for him just like the story of "Romeo and Juliet" she misses him by seconds but in this case nobody dies. The girl falls hard for him but he is already gone and has turned against his own words. What will happen then? Will she tell him how she feels? Will he change his mind once more? Will they live happily ever after? That I would like to see.

It started with a follow and a simple reply, and somehow she became the only notification I cared about. We talked every day, from random jokes to late-night calls, and before I knew it, she felt like home. I was the transferee from Saint Auguste, and she was still in Falconridge, the school I left behind. We met in person and everything just clicked, like the connection was real all along. But nothing's ever that easy. Her parents are strict, and it's hard not to feel like they don't want me around. They don't know what we've shared, what we've been through, or how much I love her. I left a lot behind when I moved schools, and part of me did it for her. And even when I feel like I'm not enough, she keeps choosing me. So I keep showing up. Because our love isn't perfect. It's messy, loud, a little too much sometimes. But it's real. And I'd rather go through all of it with her than feel safe with anyone else. Because love isn't always soft. Sometimes it's chaotic, painful, overwhelming-a hot mess we can't walk away from.