Rawthoughts Stories

I didn't write this book to entertain you or make you feel comfortable. I wrote this for myself. Every single word here is my unfiltered reality-if you don't like it, that's your problem, not mine. Don't even think about leaving trash in the comments unless you are ready to get the exact same energy back. I am not here to babysit your tears. Just a heads-up: every single chapter moving forward is going to be exactly like this. If you cannot handle the brutal reality of this world, stop reading right now. Don't come crying to me later saying I didn't warn you. But, if you actually vibe with my raw thoughts and appreciate the truth... then sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.

Aero and Ares The world that uphelds them. The moment to regain the lost thoughts and memories that once ruled them. Not lost deep within the sands along with those milli centi grains awaiting to be heard and felt. Apathy damn.

Unfiltered & unbothered, this is a space of beautifully unfinished thoughts and mental detours-where randomness meets depth, overthinking becomes art, and every unsaid feeling finally finds a voice between the lines.

Burnt out and grieving her grandmother's passing, 29-year-old Adelina "Lina" Salazar leaves the city to return to her hometown and her grandmother's closed bakery. With no baking skills and a weary heart, she struggles at first, but the townsfolk who step through her doors soon offer more than support-they give her genuine connection and hope. ‎ ‎Through their warmth, Lina rediscovers a life beyond ambition, learning that sometimes the heart only needs to rest, remember, and be still. And one morning, she pulls a tray from the oven and sees it-the bread has finally turned golden.

The most beautiful art is the one we never share. These are the thoughts I chose to let out.

**"Red van parked. Numbers standing out - 555888. Old man steps, glances, shadows moving. I sit. I watch. I breathe. Every detail tells a story. Every moment matters. The world swirls around me, yet I remain grounded. Quiet strength, presence, and observation - Seeing what others miss. 🌸 Do you notice the small moments that speak the loudest?"**

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Little texts. Big feelings. A story told in fragments like songs you hum when no one's listening.

Life is a struggle to get by. I just can't do it alone but also can't reside to the people around . So this will be a digital diary. I will tell you snippets of my life bit and bit and you'll dissect them and conclude to the type of person I am.

a piece that tastes like overthinking at 2 a.m. this isn't a poem. this isn't a rant. this isn't a vent. it's that quiet, chaotic spiral your brain goes into when everything feels almost fine, but not quite. imagine a life that's perfect. now, imagine the lie it takes to make it look that way. this is about that. --- if you're reading this and it resonates with you, i'm glad you found it.

All my musings on the form of poems . From being sappy to beings extremely rageful , it has all .

It's 2:30 a.m. He's online. He's laughing. He's talking to everyone. Everyone except me. He didn't leave. He didn't say goodbye. He just stopped looking at me. What began as a few hours of silence turned into a thousand questions, a hundred unsent confessions, and one girl desperately trying to understand whether she was loved-or simply tolerated. A raw glimpse into the mind of a girl who loves too deeply, waits too long, and wonders if being someone's last priority is still a form of love.

Soul's Diary | Amanda Krey Syndrome is a collection of pieces of my soul - my true, raw, unfiltered soul. Here you will find my most sincere songs, collections of good and not-so-good things, thoughts and notes that I'm afraid to share, recommendations from the heart, meaningful pictures, and much more. The truth is here. So, welcome!

"Everything I wanted to say, I swallowed" . . . This is a freestyle journal with a lit' bit of poetry sprinkled here and there.

───────────────────────────── "Sa pagitan ng isang paghinga at ng susunod, sinusubukan kong mabuhay." Mga salitang isinulat sa pagitan ng pagod at pag-asa. ─────────────────────────────

UNMOORED: life after 23 is not a guidebook. It's not here to inspire you with perfect endings or polished advice. It's a quiet, aching collection of thoughts-unfiltered, unresolved, and deeply real. Written like personal confessions cracked open in the dark, this book explores what happens after the applause of graduation fades and the expectations start to tighten. It speaks to the ones who feel left behind, who smile in photos but break in silence. Each page offers a glimpse into the messy middle of adulthood-the quiet sadness after milestones, the guilt of not having direction, the weight of pretending, the ache of being misunderstood, the longing for connection, and the haunting anxiety that comes with simply trying to exist. Told in the voice of someone still figuring it out, UNMOORED doesn't try to fix you. It just sits with you. Like a conversation you've been needing. Like the questions you ask when no one's watching. This is for anyone who thought they'd have it all together by now. And still wakes up wondering: What if I don't? What if this is it? What if that's okay?

💜 "Every poem has a silhouette; every line hides a secret." They see the verses, but do they know the heartbreak, the quiet triumphs, or the late-night thoughts that built them? Stories behind her poetry is an intimate collection of short-form literature by Miss Deux. Written in a raw, "lazy yet cozy" stream of consciousness, this collection strips away the armor to reveal the unfiltered truths behind the words. It is a journey through a mind painted in permanent shades of lavender, where unpunctuated thoughts flow freely like a midnight melody. Step into the purple glow, look past the silhouette, and discover the stories she never speaks aloud.

They preach forgiveness with clean hands, but leave footprints soaked in silence. Church lights shine while backyards whisper truths no one wants to hear. Blood, pain, wisdom, judgment-they all collide in the corners of a world that refuses to be soft. This is raw. This is real. This is life unfiltered. Step in, open your eyes, and feel every word like it's your own heartbeat. No edits. No sugar. Just the pulse of truth, of loss, of survival. The wound is here, the story is here, and the voices you thought you couldn't hear-they're finally speaking.

Love, Loss, Heartbreak and all the in-between thoughts that come from a young adults raw words in growing up.

"This book is lying to you. Or maybe it isn't. You decide." Written by someone who might be having a mental breakdown or might be a genius, this is not a story-it's a war between meaning and madness. From fake birds to real existential dread, from Minecraft economics to philosophical breakdowns, from screaming monkeys to absolute anarchy-this book has no plot, no characters, no rules... Just thoughts. Brutal, funny, sometimes depressing, sometimes hilarious thoughts. If you've ever laughed at something deep or cried at something stupid-this is for you. Welcome to the joke that killed me. (Good luck surviving it.)