Selfanalysis Stories

You don't need to read this This is just me typing my problems and what I think because I can't really say or tell these to anyone since nobody is ready to listen Really, it will be waste of your time if read a journal of a 17 year old girl But you read this and somewhat relate please do comment me or something like that My name is Maya. I'll just pretend someone is reading this and I am conversing with that person And if you want, you can rant in comments as well and maybe I can talk to you about it and we both will end up getting somewhat okay with it I guess At least I'll have someone to talk to -Maya

A collection of love letters.... feelings unvieled to loved ones..... writing skill in its raw form....... conveying soothing words of love..... confessions to the dearest self.... And some impromptu poetries..... if you dont mind P.S. written by an inexperienced person. Based on observation and empathy of the writer

A lonely journey of life

A folder or collection of essays dedicated to reviewing movies with any genre, through in depth analysis covering every element the film possesses , or simple contemplation over what "feels" I experienced through that work of cinema.

The various forms of love that I receive or give, and what I learn from them.

Everyday the circumstances of life is not the same, we go to different places and meet different people ,we have varied energy levels which influences our thoughts and behavior.Some people should work on themselves in order to get out of the confused mind.Constantly estimating oneself and calculating the progress in life can create stress without an aware. It depicts about the game play of emotions wandering within.I just wish to sharefew things Iam often confused with just to know if all these happens for a reason because I feel we must value our thoughts...

The Summary: When Rose Weber, A God-seeking girl, speaks up against Hasnain Zaviyar, at the plane that was flying to Paris, She suffers throughout her 4 weeks trip when it turns out that Hasnain Zaviyar, along his 4 exceptionally drop-dead, attractive and wealthy friends, Yishq Roy, Asad Khan, Burak Arain And, Hadi Malik is part of the tour group, she and her 3 childhood mates, Ellen Scott, Sophie Carson and Faith Sulkin were going to be in. ************************** The Story revolves around Hasnain Zaviyar who tries to keep himself away from the poor and funny looking psychiatrist. Soon her body dysmorphia kicks in making her realize that if a man, as Handsome as Hasnain, is talking to a girl like her, perhaps he might have a place for her in his heart. The more Hasnain Zaviyar and Rose Weber, show hatred towards each other, the more embarrassing they feel when they fiddle with strange feelings in their body about each other. He buries his feelings and covers it with hatred by ruining everything at the trip for Rose, that could've been amazing, even though his 4 friends are against it. But the hate, that kept him busy with this average-looking young psychiatrist, proved out to be Love. Here, The life of Rose Weber takes a strong turn. Or should we say, A WRONG turn. Is it possible for Hasnain, Hadi, Asad, Burak and Yishq to fall for Rose, Faith, Sophie and Ellen. Even if it is. Weren't their ways going to separate after 4 weeks anyway? But that's not even the point! Will they have the same God and the same heart when they will go back to their country. Will... They ever meet again...? ------------------------------ "In front of the Mirror" Finding God Part 1 A Novel by S. Bukhari

My start as a reader, a writer and a learner ❄️ Something good this winter.

"- What do you think, when is the storm going away? - he asked calmly. - I don't know. It usually takes 2 days, but we are at the most prepared medical room, so there is no reason to worry about. There was silence for a minute, I could hear his breathtakings. - And I am with my favourite doctor. - he whispered, full with honesty in his voice. I could feel a tear drop falling down on my cheek but I didn't want him to see this so I supressed the whole volcano of these so many years, which were about to expload out of my mind. I swept my tears away and quickly turned back from the cupboard, and looked at him. I think more moments were passing like that by the time I said a short thank you. But I was crying inside. I always made myself believe that I can do like this. Living a life without meeting him personally, hugging him, but I couldn't bare it anymore, I was at the point when I do wanted to finish the game. What if the whole thing was a lie, and we have never existed at the same unit of time. If we both were just marrionette dolls who were played by somebody else's Universe, but there is always an arbitrary which separate us from each other. But the truth was that if the thing that we meant to be together had been just an illusion, or the trick of the Universe, I would have wanted to play this game till the end of my life, and through on that. " - I am sorry about my english, I am not a native speaker, but I am working on it. - This story is a half truth based story about two human beings.

I lack extravagance when writing descriptions, so this will simply be my poetry collection. I'm no poet, and my writing could most certainly improve with time, patience and practice--but for the moment I am impatient and so will publish what I have, as I have it.

Dedicated to all those screams you kept inside and to all those thoughts you need to hide. It's about accepting those silent screams and finding solace.

A draft outlining the progression of love and life.

A collection of Poetries. I tried to convey a short story in Poetry form. With some other short poetry. A protogonist dilemma and struggle is shown, how they are still going on with their life or work even though they are not so glad about it. A romance, where one is powerfully devoted to other. And many more. I will give you a note where I will find the need. So one can easily grasp on Protogonist thoughts. It will be shown as (1) and then at last you will find it's brief meaning.

A string of travelogues. A handful of wanderlust. A moment of tunnel vision. A true taste of freedom. 🌍 [Some of these travelogues have been recognised by various literary organisations.]

A collection of my thoughts and complex idiocracies, through the use of fascinating and appealing writing techniques. I write poetry, short stories and analyses of my thoughts. Sometimes I fancy writing things that have nothing to do with me, to escape my reality. The return of 'A Collection of Words', from the account that I lost access to about two years ago, @suspicious_silence. Part 1 was doing well, so I've decided to revive it with the new feelings and ideas that I've had. Part 2 will be less edgy teenager, and more refined and complicated thoughts, through the use of metaphors and other writing techniques. Hopefully you enjoy the words that I write, it'll be a fun side-hobby, as always.

" Welcome to Book 4 of an unfiltered, brutally honest, and slightly unhinged self-analysis. While this is the next installment after Note from a Professional Overthinker, Brain vs. Me: A Sequel No One Asked For, and The Unedited Draft of 20s, you can read it as a standalone. Every chapter comes with a hard, uncomfortable fact-because pretending doesn't change reality. You might laugh. You might relate. You might even rethink a few things. An Autopsy of My Mind: Peeling Back the Layers of Who I Am (Even the Ones I Don't Want to See)" is not a self-help book, nor is it a comforting guide to self-discovery. It is a cold, calculated, and sometimes painfully honest dissection of a mind that refuses to stay quiet. This is not about surface-level realizations. This is about digging deeper, past the versions of ourselves we present to the world, past the excuses, the contradictions, and the lies we tell ourselves to sleep better at night. This book is for the overthinkers, the analyzers, the ones who break themselves down before the world even gets a chance to. It is not here to comfort-it is here to confront. To take a scalpel to the thoughts we avoid, to rip open the patterns we pretend don't exist, and to expose the truths we secretly already know but refuse to say out loud. Some pages will feel like a mirror you don't want to look into. Some will make you laugh in that "oh no, that's uncomfortably accurate" kind of way. Others will just sit there, waiting for you to admit that they were right all along. If you're ready to stop running from your own mind, welcome. But be warned: this book is not for the faint of heart.