Youngerme Stories

This is just a short story. I'm really bored and I have nothing else to do. So enjoy

Everyone should make one to themselves. It gives awesome gratification!

A poem to my younger self

letters to my younger self from when i started kindergarten to when i started 8th grade, in honor of me starting high school

what the title says

Story of my life

The first poem is a letter to 5 year old me and the world at the same time. I plan on making other poems and connecting them to this one, through a series called "Letters". The poems will attempt to tackle a few different topics individually. I hope that you all like this, and enjoy. P.S. Sorry if this is being published a little late for y'all. It's a bit late for me, too! But I wanted to get something out to keep it at least a tiny bit lively over here!

There's something not good about being lonely. And I'm not referring to that time when you have your parents or kids or whatever gives you fun out of the way. I mean the type where you wake up feeling like really bad crap. Why we feel this way, you ask? I think in a way, we might need to borrow some professionals on the subject. Before I go any further, you need to know the basic instinct behind this crazy research. I'll begin by making you take a test. (Yes, without your permission....) Let's say you've been going through this boring day, so boring you can literally smell it in the air. How would you choose your day to be: 1)Avoid people at all costs. 2) Find out what matters most in a day and we'll just see yourself through the goddamned day. 3) Buy a can of icecream 15 kg and counting... and well you reward yourself in the process. To answer any of the above, we need to know the culprit in our case this time. Boredom? Why exactly is boredom? And what do we mean when we say we're bored? Is it an assumption we make whenever we feel low on our creative juices? And speaking of juices, should boredom be a shortcut to self gratification or should it be a gateway to inner realisation? Does it matter if you are bored or not? And what in God's name is boredom? Is it a spiritual call, our physiological response to stimulus? What is stimulus even? Some event of having your best friend leave town and thus you have no one to play with? What's the whole theory of boredom? What makes you bored in the first place? Do you need boredom? Did our ancestors experience it? If they did, why do they? Was it a learned instinct? Should boredom be compared to laziness? In that accord, should we conclude that boredom is the thing? As you can see, I wanted an answer for all this. And not just a simple explanation of how "an idle mind is the devils workshop. " I wanted to know.

Some one-shots/short stories written by me and my friend, letsalleatpasta.tumblr.com.

You are about to relate your hidden thoughts & feelings in my words, also if you go further deep into my blogs you may help yourself to express that part of yours by sharing my words. Thank you for reading.

This is a poem me writing to my younger self and all the young girls out there in the world.

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trauma poem