Unfilteredthoughts Geschichten

Another mixture of fictional scenarios and my personal thoughts and opinions. Enjoy! Cover Source: Pinterest (Uploaded by jas)

I will right about the things im afraid to say out loud the things which makes my head burst and my heart hurt.. A story which is not just a story its my life which im living A life which is walking on a very weak Rope Searching for just one last Hope

" 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.

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The Unedited Draft of 20s Oh, look! Another book where I overshare my thoughts because expressing them in real life is apparently too much to ask for. This is Book 3 in my series, but don't panic-you can read it as a standalone. Of course, if you end up liking this (or me, because let's be real, my books are just extensions of my overthinking brain), feel free to check out: Book 1: Note from a Professional Thinker - Where I question my existence and explain why I am the way I am. Book 2: Brain vs. Me: A Sequel No One Asked For - Where I attempt to define my ideal type (and fail, obviously). Now, back to this book. Is it a survival guide for your 20s? No. I'm just as lost as you are. Is it an emotionally unstable, sarcastic journal of a professional overthinker trying to navigate life? Absolutely. If you've ever felt misunderstood, emotionally exhausted, or just mildly confused about why life feels like a badly written script, congratulations! You belong here. This isn't a polished, inspirational read. It's The Unedited Draft of 20s-just like life. Messy, dramatic, and full of unnecessary overanalysis.

ok so i don't really know what this is? like maybe a diary? or a blog?? or me just being dramatic on the internet lol. some days i'll overshare like i'm on a therapy session i didn't pay for, and other days i'll just vanish or post something that makes zero sense. it's random. i'm random. read it if you want. don't if you don't. i'm not here to convince anyone. this is just my mess, take it or leave it.

A boy who falls for random girls in random places ✦ ONLY FOR OVERTHINKERS ✦

Life is something we find amusing because of how miserably it treats us, while small joys are planted. It makes us second-guess everything we do or did. Some live up to perfection in public eyes, but behind the walls, there is a person whose life hangs by a thread of hope. This is a daily or weekly collection of poems or prose created for people to relate to and know they're not the only ones in distress. - By hope

Some feelings are too loud to scream. Some pain looks too pretty to be believed. And some storms? We swallow them whole - until the thunder leaks out through poems. This is a collection of soft-spoken rage, quiet heartbreaks, and the kind of sadness that lingers in your chest long after the crying stops. A new piece will be added at least once a week, so come back when your chest feels too heavy or your heart needs someone to speak the words you can't say out loud. These poems are for the overthinkers, the too-soft-for-this-worlds, the ones still learning how to breathe after the storm.

These are the fragments of my mind, scattered and unfiltered. Each thought, a raw pulse, as unpredictable as the last. This is my therapy-my unvarnished truth laid bare. No masks, no shields. Just me, stripped down, between heaven and heart.