Perfectlyfine Stories

things that happen to me in real life, some more exaggerated than others, but the feelings all true. Not knowing what's going on and such. Called the falling angel.

Autumn Belinda Cardinal Collins, she's called Miss Perfectionist. The President of Drama and Theater Club. She's known as the Patron Saint of Bitterness and Antagonist Director for writing and directing film that broke many hearts of people but not the heart of her love ones. Xavier Cloud Alexander, dubbed as Mr. Perfectly Fine. He got the looks and the brains. He's a good man with a kind heart. His eyes are set for one woman and he promised to stay with her and love her forever.

Hi to everyone or someone, dunno who's gonna read this HAHAH ahm i just make this short poem for my crush :> yeahh it was him my Mr. perfectly fine. And I also put a song on this story that you can play on YouTube, I put this song because it was my favorite song and it's really makes me remember how I feel for him ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Mr. Perfectly fine, you are the person I'll never stop looking for in the crowded place, I still see you in every sunset, something about you made feel a little more alive and a far less lost and despite of everything I always find my way back to you. You really made me want to write a story.

"Perfectly Fine." is a collection of raw, unfiltered poems about teens who look okay on the outside but are unraveling on the inside. It speaks for the kids who pass in hallways unnoticed, who joke too loud, smile too easily, and carry scars-fresh and faded-beneath their sleeves. These poems confront abuse, addiction, silence, anger, grief, identity, and survival without sugarcoating or glamorizing the pain. From the aching nostalgia of childhood lost and the fear of growing up too fast, to the secret battles behind a filtered smile, to the invisible pressure of fitting in, to the unspoken ways we ruin ourselves and each other-each piece is a different voice, a different truth. Teens hiding behind laughter, rebellion, and curated personas are given space to speak, to scream, to be seen. This collection exists to say what so many are forced to swallow: we are not okay, and pretending we are is killing us.