OverwhelmedSoul

Lost. But maybe that’s the point. Here to scream without apology. Don’t bother pretending you didn’t find it

[overwhelmedsoul]

Survivng

Surviving isn’t some soft, romantic Tumblr quote. It’s not just “take a bath, light a candle, journal your feelings.” It’s f*cking war.

It’s waking up when you didn’t want to. It’s dragging your body through another day when your mind is already begging to stop. It’s answering, “I’m fine,” when your chest is screaming.

Surviving is bleeding silently while the world claps for someone who’s never known your kind of pain. It’s looking at people who smile so easily and thinking, How are you breathing so freely when mine feels stolen?

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Pause

We didn’t end. We paused. In the kind of silence that screams. I still sleep in the hoodie you gave me. It doesn’t smell like you anymore. That’s how I know you’re gone.

[overwhelmedsoul]

If I’m too much, go find less.

People ask why I care so much. Simple. I don’t do things halfway. If I’m in, I’m in deep. That’s why when I leave, You’ll drown in the silence I used to fill.

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Rest

Not every day has to be productive. Not every emotion needs to be explained. Not every fear is a prophecy.

Sometimes, you just need a snack, a nap, and someone to remind you that Being soft is still surviving. You’re not failing. You’re healing.

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Joy

It’s okay if you don’t have all the answers. No one does. The people who look put together are just better at faking it. You’re doing fine. You’re allowed to trust the unknown.

Worry doesn’t change the outcome. But joy? Joy makes the wait bearable

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The chaos I want

I don’t want a fairytale. I want the chaos. I want the boy who knows he’s the villain in everyone else’s story but still calls me his. I want the argument at 2am that ends in “come here” and a hoodie pulled over my head. I want to be the calm to his storm and the storm to his silence.

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Breathe

You’ve made it through everything you once thought you couldn’t. All those nights you cried yourself to sleep, and somehow you still wake up. Still show up. Still try again.

That’s not weakness. That’s strength no one sees.

Time will keep moving. Let it. You don’t have to run with it. Just walk. Just breathe. Just be. You’re not late. You’re not lost. You’re living.

[overwhelmedsoul]

Our mindsets create this world. We live in a loop of thoughts — shaping, distorting, defining everything around us.

Escaping it? Maybe impossible. But even within the trap, there’s still freedom in how we choose to express.

Your time. Your emotions. Your love.

Words can fade. They can lie. They can be misunderstood.

But actions? They carry your truth. Even when your voice can’t.

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“I was the book you never cared to read. And you… You were the verse I kept highlighting.”

Funny how love feels louder when it’s one-sided. How I kept turning pages, hoping you'd notice. How you never even bothered to open the cover.

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It’s a human tendency to adore the things that may hurt us.

We touch fire just to feel warmth. We chase chaos hoping it feels like passion. We romanticize red flags because we crave intensity.

Maybe it’s not stupidity. Maybe it’s just the heart refusing to be logical. Again and again.

[overwhelmedsoul]

Peace doesn’t come when life is perfect. It begins the moment you stop expecting it to be.

When you stop measuring people by how much they love you back. When you stop scripting every moment in your head. When you let go of how it should feel, should happen, should look.

Peace comes when you release the grip. When you stop chasing and start breathing. When you choose acceptance over expectation.

You won’t always get what you want. But you can find peace with what is

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You’ve spent so many days worrying about things that never happened. Feeling scared about what’s to come. Yet here you are… smiling.

Time is going to pass anyway, my friend. How you choose to experience it is up to you.

Dedicate less time to worry. You will figure it out. Just enjoy life as it is.

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Yes, I’ve moved on, but... I still remember your birthday. I still remember the day you walked away from me. I still have a few of our photos tucked away in my gallery. I still remember your smile I still remember your voice I still remember your favorite food I remember everything.

And sometimes, even after everything, that memory lingers. Quietly, like a ghost.

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I’m tired of hiding pieces of myself to make others feel comfortable. Tired of bending and shrinking while everyone else takes up all the space. I’ve been swallowing my anger, my hurt, my doubts, thinking I could keep it all down. This is me finally letting it all rise to the surface. Raw, unpolished, messy. Let it burn; Let it scorch

I don’t know what I’m doing here. All I know is I need somewhere to scream without being silenced. Somewhere to exist without apologizing for it. If you stumbled across this, pretend you didn’t. Or read it like it’s yours too. I won’t judge.

[overwhelmedsoul]

I’m tired of shrinking. Tired of making space for people who wouldn’t give me a second of silence. I’ve been swallowing pain like vitamins, pretending it’s good for me. This is me throwing it all up. Raw, loud, ugly. Let it burn.

I don’t know what I’m doing here. I just know I needed somewhere. Somewhere to bleed without cleanup. Somewhere to scream without being asked to be quiet. If you found this, pretend you didn’t. Or read it like it’s yours. I won’t tell.