Unfiltered Stories

This is not a STORY Book or Collection of POEMS. This is a RANT BOOK. What can you expect to read in this Book? - Rants and Opinions on Wattpad Books, Tropes and Cliches. - Indian TV Serial Rants. - Personal Rants. - Deep Thinking Stuff. - Fun Stuff. - Zodiac Signs & Scenarios. - Questions which you can answer to share your thoughts. - Poll questions for silent readers. - Funny comments in the comment section (where you can contribute as well). So in short it's a "Timepass Book" which you will surely enjoy reading.

a collection of poems written mid thought (sorry if my words are a bit here and there. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say in this poem)

"Perfectly Fine." is a collection of raw, unfiltered poems about teens who look okay on the outside and 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, and survival without sugarcoating or glamorizing the pain. Each piece is a different voice, a different truth, proving that everyone reads a different story in the same book. This collection exists to say what so many are forced to swallow: we are not okay, and pretending we are is killing us.

If you are brave enough, then I challenge you to read this book. Let's see who will fold. Let's see who will see beyond your front.

Every heart holds a story, and every story leaves a weight behind. The Weight We Carry is a living collection - written in real time, in the middle of survival, burnout, healing, and trying again anyway. These poems come from the spaces between responsibilities: grocery aisles, late nights, applications, shifts, side hustles, and the quiet moments when everything finally catches up. This collection explores the ache of memory, the exhaustion of caring too much, the frustration of broken systems, and the complicated reality of choosing to help when it costs you something. There is grief here, and anger, and dark humor. There is healing, but it is not linear. Hope shows up when it can, but it doesn't pretend to fix everything. Through raw, unfiltered verses, The Weight We Carry holds space for the people who keep going without applause - the helpers, the burned out, the ones trying to build something better while still carrying their own survival on their backs. These poems are for anyone who has felt the weight of the world press down and kept moving anyway. Not because it was easy. But because stopping was never really an option.

My digital diary, real life experiences and deliberations. As a means to preserve my dignity, I choose to remain anonymous, but will love to converse with you. If you'd like to read the contents of the mind of a young Christian woman, feel free to peruse, but please don't judge.

Pov from indifference with the world & fullness with myself

I rant to the void here in a more controlled space I talk anime Manga Comics Yuri Character analysis Takes that piss me off Shipping culture Maybe hoyo And mainly yuri Don't say I didn't warn you, you didn't read the description

Remy, a blunt, unfiltered and laidback young adult navigating through a new state of independence seeking existential freedom in her walk with the Lord. Coming to terms with the new variables life is throwing at her while also navigating what it means to live life abundantly. Making contentment her true home despite her troubling circumstances. Author's note: ( A personal reflection of my own faith in hopes to inspire others whether you believe in Christ or not, to find joy in being true to yourself! 😆 )

This book isn't a story it's me, just talking, just venting, just saying everything that's been on my mind. It started as a way to let out everything I was feeling, and somewhere along the way, it became a book. I'm not here to craft a perfect narrative-I'm here to be real. This is me, unapologetically. ╱|、 (˚ˎ 。7 |、˜〵 じしˍ,)ノ

This isn't a polished manuscript or a guide to a perfect life. It's a series of "Stream of Consciousness" moments captured exactly as they arrived-raw, honest, and completely unfiltered. From the quiet, rhythmic peace of a happy afternoon to the sharp, burning frustration of social double standards, these are the thoughts that refuse to stay quiet. I write about the things we all feel but rarely say-the "pilot light" of happiness, the weight of family expectations, and the messy process of debugging my own shortcomings. What to expect: Raw Musings: Thoughts on life, love, and society from someone who sees the world through both a poet's eyes and a coder's logic. Relatable Truths: Snippets of human experience that remind you that you aren't the only one feeling "it". Unfiltered Emotion: No edits, no filters, just the truth.

{ NOT A BTS FIC } "What's the one thing you can't live without?" Taz looked at me, brown irises steadily holding my gaze, eyes endearing. The faintest of smiles ghosted his lips, but there was no joy behind it. I almost didn't hear him say, "I think you already know the answer," before he finished his drink and slipped back inside. Almost. * * * In which an ordinary girl finds her peace through an unusually named boy. * * * {Highest Rankings} 7/19/18 - #1 in Asian American 8/11/18 - #8 in AMBW AN: she's unedited and very much a work in progress but she is my baby and we live for growth in this house

Not every sin looks like sin. Not every judgment comes from God. Rolled Snake Eyes is a raw, confrontational poem about desire, hypocrisy, and the moment chance runs out. It moves through intimacy, faith, and consequence with no absolution and no apology. This isn't about redemption. It's about what happens after the roll- when the numbers stop moving and everyone has to live with them.

You Put Me In Pieces is a raw, unfiltered account of survival inside a system that repeatedly failed to protect the people who needed it most. Told through the lived experiences of two mothers, Ashley and Cecilea, this book documents the slow unraveling of safety as domestic abuse, coercive control, stalking, and institutional neglect collide. What begins as a fragile attempt at separation spirals into a relentless fight for protection-against violent partners, against manipulation masked as authority, and against a legal system more invested in procedure than truth. As the women flee from house to house, county to county, the danger follows. Police reports are dismissed. Evidence is ignored. Children are placed in harm's way while abusers remain free to intimidate, pursue, and retaliate. Each chapter exposes not only the private terror of abuse, but the public betrayal that occurs when victims are doubted, silenced, or criminalized for asking for help. Interwoven with moments of dark humor, fierce loyalty, and maternal resilience, You Put Me In Pieces refuses to present trauma as tidy or resolved. There is no clean ending-because real life does not offer one. Instead, this book stands as testimony: of survival in real time, of love forged under pressure, and of the cost of being disbelieved. This is not a story about closure. It is a story about endurance. And about what happens when women refuse to disappear. Book title and cover credit goes to my 11 year old daughter.

I'm just a teen who loves watching things, but sometimes plotholes or just random things piss me off. Everything in here is just my opinion, not trying to offend anyone. This will not be structured at all, its just going to be chaos so enter at your own risk.

This wasn't a conversation. It was a collision. A stranger talked at me for hours-about money, stability, success, fear, God-without once asking who I was. Not my name. Not my story. Nothing. What he didn't know was that I was already carrying grief that money can't touch, loss that stability doesn't fix, and faith that doesn't move on demand. This poem follows a single day: a dream that cracked me open, a conversation that drained me, and the quiet realization that some people don't want connection-they want validation. It's about priorities. About parents who forget the living while chasing the future. About grief that silences every argument about happiness. About God's timing versus human impatience. About being used as a mirror and walking away anyway. This is not inspirational fluff. This is not a redemption arc. It's about telling the truth, even when no one asks who you are. Read if you've ever been talked over, spiritually exhausted, or mistaken for someone who exists to carry other people's weight.

Take a walk with xhee is a space for honest reflection, life questions and conversations that helps us slow down and think differently.

Deleted scenes from my stories and unfinished works.

Stop pretending. We're all chasing "The Truth," whether it's in scripture or science. But the moment it passes through a human mind, it stops being absolute. It becomes a rule, a story, a lie. This is the cognitive ground zero of Sam's life. A young girl, raised in the suffocating embrace of unyielding faith and tradition, whose mind simply refuses to conform. Her story isn't about rebellion; it's about pure, unadulterated divergence. She will force you to confront everything you thought you knew about family, religion, gender, and the very purpose of life itself. Forget your judgments. Forget your own beliefs. Step into Sam's shoes and witness how one individual quietly, relentlessly, reshapes the world through her own eyes. This is "The Spectrum of Certainty" and it's far wider than you ever imagined.

"They didn't mean to matter to each other. But now it's too late not to." Everything was okay... until it wasn't. A school which was meant to be an escape - a place to disappear, not to be discovered But secrets don't stay hidden when friendships tangle and rivalries burn. ✨ A girl who solves everything her own way. 🔥 A boy who takes what he wants. 🌻 A carefree heart with quiet strength. 🧠 A thinker who cares more than he says. 🕶️ A cousin no one expected - and a rival no one saw coming. In a world that moves too fast to care, friendship becomes the only thing that really does. and somewhere in the background, moonridge watches. still. silent. holding everything they're too afraid to say out loud. Because real connection holds weight - in emotions, in kindness, in perception... and maybe even in time "Welcome to Moonridge Academy 🏫 - where friendship tangles and fate mingles, In the chaos of youth, every heart jingles." ✒️✨📚