Thinkingtoomuch Stories

Happy? Sad? Some of both? Here are attempts to explaining everything I feel.

[FEEL FREE TO GIVE FEEDBACK AND DON'T BE AFRAID TO COMMENT] I am fairly new to this and I would like to have a platform to release some of my writings anonymously. Most of these were written from some hard times of my past and some are just written at the dusk of dawn because my dumbass just can't act right and resorts to overthinking. Enjoy.

Some little things that have come from me thinking too much.

I'm writing down everything that comes in my mind. Like I said before: I'm just thinking too much and I need to get all that stuff out of my head. I'm inspired by everything, music mostly. There might be things that seem to look alot like lyrics and they kind of are but there are without music, without a certain rythm. So be free to feel like you want to sing/speak along inside your head. Hope you enjoy.

I haven't posted any of my poetry yet, so... I am going to start that. this helps my anxiety. hope you enjoy 💓

Thoughts that I have, poems that I've never finished. Basically, my heart poured onto electronic pages. Also, tysm for the 300+ reads!! ^-^

Athena is an Insomniac. Her thoughts keep her awake, and even sometimes it is just nothing that keeps her awake. Just the simple things, like whether or not she locked the windows and doors before she attempts to go to sleep. Simple things like why the sky is blue and why she can't fly like the birds and angels. Athena wants to be able to sleep more than anything. She has tried all of the "Insomnia Remedies", but none of them work. She doesn't think she will ever fall asleep again, which isn't very good. Until the day she meets another Insomniac, like herself. #1 in "Insomniac" - 08/31/18

This is a series of original poems that I wrote so that I could clear my head a bit.

title says what is promised. warning: possible mentions of suicide, depression/anxiety, bullying, etc. some tyler joseph shit happens here.

Poems about a life lived by a girl that has gone through many things. She is unable to express her feelings, so she writes. And writes. And writes.

" what is a lovely young woman like you doing here, on a deserted, cold, park bench, at such an ungodly hour of the night? " " i ... i don't know. i can't sleep, so i came here, i guess. i never could. fall asleep, that is. i'm afraid to close my eyes, because I fear that once I do, I'll drown in my thoughts and never find the strength to open them ever again. " " ... " " I apologize, I was blabbering ... please excuse me, I - " " - no, no, it's fine, really. it's just that ... I feel the exact same. " -- • -- in which two insomniacs find solace in each other's company [HIGHEST RANKING: #993 in FANFIC]

A short story written in the midst of an attack of emotions that needed to be on a page. The depths of sadness can drown us all, but hopefully our expression can fill our lungs with the air we need. Caution: this short story does contain Depressive thoughts

A poem about my ptsd thoughts at this current moment.

Is it introspective or spouting edgy garbage? Who can tell.

More poems. :) I've been really enjoying writing these. Hope you enjoy them too.

a set of haikus because i'm just that sad