Vent Stories

A bunch of words strung together randomly. A book of unorganised thoughts. A couple concerning, a few pretty. My diary. I could be anyone. I could be your best friend, your worst enemy. Your family, a stranger you saw on the bus. The girl in class you never noticed, your teacher, the ld man that reads news paper at the park. I am a person in this world, and this is my diary.

A poetry collection by krystelibrary, written through self-doubt, love, loss, and the quiet struggles of growing up. This is an entry of my life to remind me and you that it's okay to let your feelings spill onto the page instead of keeping them buried. A safe place for feelings to rest. These poems were written not to be beautiful, but to make every second breathable.

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➤ ʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴄɪᴏᴜꜱɴᴇꜱꜱ, ᴀᴋɪʀᴀ ʜᴏꜱʜɪɴᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀʏ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜʟʟ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ. ➤ 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝗇𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 (𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇.) [A𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌] » A 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝖽𝗌. ✦ Akira Hoshino was always an optimistic little girl, she was often too self aware and blunt at times. She lived in an orphanage with her orphan mates and caretaker. Hitori Fuzuki, her mother figure had passed away a few months ago, leaving a distraught aftertaste to all the children there, who knew that they could've stopped it from happening. Akira's life only got worst when they were all left in the care of Kai Watanabe, Hitori's nephew. Now, Akira had woken up after an accident, finding herself alone and unable to fight for solace. Finding no other purpose or reason in life, she ran away from her problems and became a demon hunter to one day find her purpose, a need to survive or die alone like she initially planned. © Kimetsu no Yaiba belongs to Koyoharu Gotouge

Love is an inevitable feeling for one another. However, it has the challenges to be faced by one another, not just the tempo and rhythm experienced and felt by one another, but by promises and what it takes to be with on another. This book entrails about the words of romance.

Nathaniel Cross gets bitten by a vampire. Now, as he works his way through his Civil Engineering Course, and now he is half-vampire, what will he do now?

the typa stuff i would never tell my therapist

Keep in mind: This is happen in REAL LIFE!!! PLEASE DON'T SAY MEAN OR RUDE COMMENTS!!! THE LAST THING I NEED IS MY ONLINE LIFE BEING AS BAD AS MY IRL LIFE!!!

Venting book.

This is a vent. You can relate. I don't care.

(⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ꁞ⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠) This is a satire about edgy ahh stories. High Pou is canon trust. It's really not that deep, just a silly story I wrote last year based on an inside joke w the gng blehh If you ever feel like Pou know my Dm's are always open, tho I'm not rlly good at comforting, so keep that mind, we can still be friends tho ^^ Thanks 4 reading if u do and stay safe! (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

ummmmmm dont read this itsssss imbarassingggggggg i had to make one at sum point lmaoooooooo 😋😋😋😋 👀 hambugu \ / help

In this "story" I will just yap about my life, childhood, my dad and my thoughts in general. I don't really have a plan about how I'm gonna write or anything like that. And because this is just my thoughts the grammar and stuff like that can be wrong and some bits may seem confusing. But i hope yall like to read this shit :)

"And as my final act of love, I will reminisce about each and every moment spent talking with you, and I will write about it because I refuse to lose twice what I love so much."

‎I talk to you like you're still here. ‎ ‎Because you are... aren't you? ‎ ‎Every day, I wake up and make sure you're okay. I sit beside you, tell you things, fill the silence before it gets too loud. You don't always answer-but that's alright. You never really liked talking much anyway. ‎ ‎No one else seems to notice you. ‎They never do. ‎ ‎But I remember you. ‎I remember everything. ‎ ‎The way you used to smile. ‎The way you told me not to leave. ‎The way you promised you wouldn't either. ‎ ‎Something feels wrong lately. ‎You've been quieter than usual. ‎Sometimes... you're not there when I turn around. ‎ ‎But that's okay. It has to be okay. ‎ ‎Because if you're not here anymore- ‎then that would mean... ‎ ‎No. ‎I won't think about that. ‎ ‎I'll just stay right here. ‎Like I promised. ‎ ‎Right where you used to be. ‎ ‎ ‎

This is my digital diary. It's just poems, rants and vents about my life, phillosophy and mental health. I don't expect anyone to read this, but if you do, just know Im 15 and english isnt my first language. Probably not all of the chapters will be english. The chapters are not to be read in any spercific order.

I'll probably talk about my feelings but it's not gonna be common for me to vent but I'll rant

tw references to self harm, suicide and eating disorders, swearing, abuse, sa, gender dysphoria, childhood trauma #1 in teenpoet, 10/09/25 #1 in poetrydump, 10/09/25 #1 in friendshipissues, 10/13/25 #10 in poem, 11/06/25 (cover is not mine I found it on pintrest)

An au where all beasts survive along with white lily. Takes place after the latest episode of beast yeast as of 3/17/2026. Kinda a vent for all my stress so it's just a passion project. I'll make a schedule in the rare case that this goes somewhat viral.

Everyone is uniquely broken. Some are sharp, some are blunt. 17 year old Vivienne's world has been on fire for 63 days. Leo sees similar flames but fights fire with fire.They are two sides of the same shattered glass, convinced that no one could ever walk in their shoes. But as their paths finally cross, they must decide: will they help each other put out the fire, or let the whole world burn?