Personalexperience Histoires

Here's where you may find out more about me if you visit my profile. We'll cover everything in a short, quick introduction. I hope you enjoy reading! Have fun!

Being Indian American feels like living in a pressure cooker wrapped in a smile. You're told to be perfect, productive, palatable - never loud, never intimidating. But travel to India, and you'll meet folks who are bold, stylish, confident, and unapologetically gangsta. DEAR DIASPORA, YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER is a sharp, personal callout - not to India, but to the suffocating performance of "representation," perfectionism and intraracial competition that dominates Desi life in the West. This isn't a sob story - it's a truth bomb. A cultural essay that demands real freedom, not filtered branding. If you're ready to sip some realness, break free from the cage of expectations, and find your max pro aura - this is for you. 🍋 Bold. Tart. Sweet. Unfiltered. 🍋 Just like a glass of limeade on a hot day.

Book 02 of "The Human Ache Series" A series of poetry collections "Blood runs thicker than water but it all looks the same when your eyes are closed. But even so, when you feel it, It's still blood, isn't it?" To love is to lose To be is to stay regardless To miss is to cry To live is to run that mess Even if the world says society's just a mirror, But doesn't blood still run thicker than water? - Roj New Poetry Collection, new rollercoaster of emotions. So lock the belt and come on the ride and feel my mood swings with me. "Oceans too deep, hills too jerk, I just wish I was never alert" - From 'The Girl with no Dreams' "Life's the metal of the key, But my rusty metal already reeks" - From 'Bleeding' "Do you ever wonder if you weren't meant to be born? Do you ever realize your smile was meant to be torn?" - From 'Dear Misery' "You'd love criminals but treat us like Rats" - From 'Hostage' "I was wrong for being born, for existing and loving I'm the devil on this planet, came here to have a feast" - The Beauty & the Beast

Maya spent her whole life wondering if she'd belong. But one day, her heart is shattered so much she feels as if her life is beyond repair. Soon after, a new opportunity arises. One too good to pass down. It shapes her perception of life, herself, and the moments in between. · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · this is my story, and i hope to inspire anyone who reads this book and teach them the same lessons i learned! this story means a lot to me, and if you are enjoying it, please leave a comment, vote, or even share it with someone you know would enjoy it too. thank you for clicking on colors of us!

collection of creative expressions of vulnerability.

A collection of poems inspired by the words that swirled corybantically within my mind, though I could never quite say them aloud. I have always believed that, as a writer, I do not cry, but bleed on paper. These poems are traces of that bleeding-of love, grief, doubt, beauty and all that lingers in between. If these words resonate, then they have done what they were meant to do.

Hello! if you don't know who we are, that's okay. We are the Kawaii Potato system, living with 300+ known alters and there are more (as we've been told by the "Head Gatekeepers"), the body is Hispanic-Asian, adult, transmasc, queer, disabled and neurodivergent. We've been taking HRT/Testosterone since April of 2022 and got Top Surgery in April of 2024. This is going to be our online/virtual journal. We'll do our best to keep up with it, so please be patient and kind.

In a world where memories are bought and sold, Eva Blake is haunted by a void in her past-a memory stolen from her and auctioned away. Desperate to reclaim it, she steps into the shadowy world of the Memory Exchange, where emotions are currency and secrets come at a cost. When Sienna Rae, a mysterious bidder with piercing emerald eyes, claims every memory in the auction, Eva is drawn into a web of intrigue and desire. As they unravel the truth behind the stolen memories, they must confront their shared past and decide: is remembering worth the price of love?

This is a book where I upload my past BIO's BECAUSE I have huge attachment issues and my life is SAD. BUT since I would not be changing my bio every single day I thought to my self what else CAN I DO? And I thought I might add some brutally honest facts about Sri Lanka that SRI LANKANS are either trying to hide or just turn a blind eye towards. SO GRABBA CUPPA TEA AND YOUR FAVOURITE BLANKET AND dive right in!

I am making this book to share my experience with Autism, I am not yet fully diagnosed but I am working on it with my mother but it will not be a right away thing but we heavily believe that I am autistic and the professionals we are in contact with currently agree. You can use this as something to help diagnose yourself but make sure to use other resources too and try to get a professional diagnoses. I will not lie about my experiences and I will be getting into the more unpleasant things. Reason for cover: The cover is of Tetcho Suehiro from Bungo Stray Dogs and he is head cannoned to have Autism and I am a fiction kin of him!

A short story about loneliness after love. This is not a love story. This was written in real pain and emotions. Inspirations: (500) Days of Summer, White Nights, The Less I know the Better - Tame Impala and some songs by the band, "The Smiths" Based on the author's personal experience with his first love, exaggerated for story purposes.

This is not just a story. It is a piece of my heart. A journey of a child and her mother, filled with small laughs, warm memories, and moments that once felt ordinary but now mean everything. But life doesn't always stay gentle. This story is about love, loss, and everything that comes after. About the emptiness that followed when I lost my mother... the days when hope felt distant... and the slow, painful, yet beautiful journey of finding it again. It is also about family, memories that refuse to fade, and the dreams I am still learning to chase. This book is for anyone who has loved deeply, lost painfully, and is still trying to heal.

The Truth on Surviving a Serial Killer

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

Book 01 of "The Human Ache Series" A series of poetry collections Sometimes, life feels like a burden on our back, Being alive feels like way too much to handle But life comes back, forces us to fix the wreck, In the rain, we're forced to light a candle Then life throws at us an umbrella maybe once in a while, And turn around, it's just a mile Life is never an easy fence, Cause there's still pain in mere existence -------- "Except she never knew, Cause I let her have my heart to chew" - From 'Thank you' "One will live one's life as all for the others Others will give one's life to save a feather" - From 'Lover' "Cause how would it be if your daughter is mental?" - From 'Disappear' "Desperation is an art Cause there's no toy better than a broken heart" - From 'Tears' "Attraction is a sin, But murder is all keen" - From 'My God' "Love itself isn't actually unrequited, But the will to fight is" - From 'Wrong Time' "This world is weird, being filled with sins, they try to tell us we're sinners" - From 'Sin' "She buried it, Her emotions, Forever" - From 'A Child' First Place 🥇- Bloomera Awards (Best Cover) First Place 🥇- Petals & Pages Awards (Midnight Thoughts Awards)

Cherish your loved ones when they are still with you, a little late and you'll regret. ********************************************* #66 - Prayer (06/2021) #46 - goodbyes (06/2021) #207 - wish (06/2021) #2 - wishingmoon (06/2021)

We all have loved someone deeply atleast once, so this poem is for the one that got away. It's okay that it didn't work out, moving on isn't easy with all the memories but life has so much to offer and you will realise it as you keep moving forward.

I thought life would begin the moment I graduated- like everything would finally make sense. For years, I followed the rules: study hard, get good grades, and make your family proud. And I did. I was the student teachers praised, the one who knew the answers, the one who believed that if I just kept going, life would reward me with clarity. But no one warned me about what comes after the applause. No one told me that the real world doesn't hand out instructions, that there are no rubrics for decisions, no deadlines to chase, and no guaranteed results for effort. I was welcomed with just silence and millions of questions no one taught me how to answer. What job should I take? What if I choose wrong? Why does everyone else seem to know what they're doing? Why don't I? At 23, I found myself stuck in a space I never prepared for- not failing, but not moving either, not lost enough to give up, but not sure enough to move forward: somewhere between who I used to be and who I'm supposed to become. This book is not a guide. It's not written by someone who has everything figured out. This is for the ones who did everything right and still feel unprepared. For those who went from being "the smart one" to quietly wondering what went wrong. For the ones who are trying, failing, learning, and pretending they're okay. It's a constant reminder that it's okay not to move at the same pace with others; a reminder that it's okay, maybe not now, but soon. This is for us-the ones still figuring it out. And maybe, that's not failure. Maybe this in-between- this confusion, this waiting, this questioning- is where real life actually begins. Not at the finish line, but the day after it.

All about my thoughts, realization in life and about being betrayed by someone you consider a friend- a family. PS. Apologies, there might be a lot of grammatical errors.

In the quiet corners of my life, I've found solace in words. This journal is a reflection of my journey as an introvert, navigating the shadows of a broken family and the isolation of being an only child. Through these pages, I explore the pain of my past, the strength I've discovered, and the silent battles that have shaped who I am. Join me as I write my way through the echoes of solitude and the search for peace...