Existentialcrisis Stories

A corridor that eats. A boy who cries for others. A girl made of clocks. Two teenagers wake in a living hallway that feeds on their pain. One feels everything. One feels nothing. Both are breaking. Stitched eyes. Ticking skin. Walls that breathe. Memories that leak. They've met 100,000 times before. They don't remember. They'll meet 100,000 times again. They won't forget. This is not a love story. This is a digestion.

It's a story about crossroads... the kind we keep circling back to no matter how far we think we've run. It's about the masks we wear, the boxes we bury our wants in, and the quiet ache we call independence when connection feels too expensive. Told with brutal honesty, a scientist's precision, and the sarcasm of someone who's survived both heartbreak and the swipe circus (or whatever we're calling them now), The Box unpacks what it means to want something more... without losing yourself to get it. Not desperate. Not delusional. Just... open.

It's a story about crossroads... the kind we keep circling back to no matter how far we think we've run. It's about the masks we wear, the boxes we bury our wants in, and the quiet ache we call independence when connection feels too expensive. Told with brutal honesty, a scientist's precision, and the sarcasm of someone who's survived both heartbreak and the swipe circus (or whatever we're calling them now), The Box unpacks what it means to want something more... without losing yourself to get it. Not desperate. Not delusional. Just... open.

sometimes in my sleep bits of my soul come out through my pores and take the form of words. by the time i wake up they have already become poems.

here i begin the journey to the poetic world along with my poems, a few anecdotes about life

Just some random unneeded thoughts to give you all an existential crisis.....and some dad jokes

Names are an important part of human culture, it learned. They give a sense of identity and belonging to those who have them. What was it to do with no name of its own? It only had Morgan's name, Morgan's identity, and that was something it hated more than anything else in the universe. (Sequel to "To Be")

Collection of poems about life

This poem expresses the inner turmoil of someone struggling with depression, anxiety, and a loss of faith. It explores feelings of fear, despair, hopelessness, and the desperate search for answers amidst a personal struggle. The speaker questions why they are experiencing such pain, feeling misunderstood and abandoned, and yearning for a return to happier times.

Hey. You are probably going to hate me if you hate getting existential crisis. Heh. Continue reading at your own risk.

In 1950s Los Angeles, Carl, a physics student, battles temporal lobe epilepsy that fuels his obsessive pursuit of exotic matter and spirals him into madness. As his seizures intensify, so does his rage, transforming him from a troubled genius into a methodical serial killer, targeting those who challenge his fractured brilliance

This story was published in June of 2017, before any tour videos for London apartment #2 were released. Sorry if the layout's totally wrong. I was just guessing.

This is the story of Jonathan, an office worker and family man, deeply frustrated with his sexual orientation. Life feels dull and empty to him. Within, good and evil coexist in constant contradiction. Will he find redemption-or will he ultimately succumb to self-destruction?

the typical what is reality crisis was what she was going through, her reality switched from the society accepted hallucinations to a new one, her eyes opening up to a new world, but switching into realities may just be something to big for her. I don't know why I wrote this lol, I was just sitting legs crossed in a corner literally and started writing this. It's short, weird, not too lame. Enjoy lol.

i mean. did you not read the title?

The Heartless are the thing hiding under your bed when you are a child. They are that thing that you thought you saw moving in the darkness. They are that thing you thought you heard in the cold of the night. Whenever you are alone, but you feel like you're being watched, the Heartless are the ones watching you. They are terrible creatures made of nothing but pure and utter evil. What would happen, however, if someday a Heartless were to gain a soul? What if that Heartless decided that he did not want to be like the others? His name is Heartbeat, and this is his story.

this is a story of how the universe created our existences. how we are all made from broken stars, and how the universe made us into humans. this is the story of how i found the stars and galaxies of everything my atoms have been searching for in another girl's eyes. this is the story of how i fell in love with the universe all over again, in another life, in another cosmic wreck. #ToAllTheBoysIEverLoved #ToAllTheBoysContest "there are many stars in the sky tonight, but only one shines through my heart, and that is you."