Introversion Stories

Daily confessions from an introvert :(

INFJ is one of the 16 Myers-Briggs Personality types. INFJs are known for being the rarest and the most complicated, but there's more to it. In this book, brought to you by another INFJ, I will be discussing all the things you should know about the type. Considering that I'm not a professional writer myself, it will be written in a way that is easily understandable, as it will be explained the best way I can.

Dorian is now settled in Washington, DC, having left the small, gossipy town of Llanview. Her life has settled down and is a lot more peaceful and quieter than it once was. However, she still has leftover emotional baggage from those years that she still has a struggle with. Can she finally free herself from dysfunctional spell she had been under for so long? Story is complete!

À mon âge, plusieurs jeunes ont déjà vécu au moins une relation de couple où sont en train d'en vivre une. Je ne le cacherai pas dans ce texte, je les envie un peu. Alors que j'approche la fin de mes 19 ans, j'ai toujours été célibataire et les choses ne semblent pas vouloir aller dans une autre direction. J'ai bien vécu quelques rares expériences, dont une qui s'est fort approchée d'une relation de couple, mais ça toujours terminés plutôt mal. Et je le sais très bien, je suis loin d'être le seul gars dans cette situation. Voici donc un texte, divisé en 8 sections, sur la relation complexe qu'entretiennent les introvertis avec l'amour.

A mere lonely bird wondering about introversion, the function of the artist, the beauty of the world. This is a simple story for rainy afternoons. (Do not fear anymore friend) (the artist from whom I took the picture is Zandaart on Tumblr + I advice you to read it with this music: "The night we met" from Lord Huron)

A raw and introspective journey into the mind of an introvert, this narrative dives into the struggle with overthinking, social isolation, and the battle for self-acceptance. If you've ever felt out of place or trapped in your own thoughts, this story will resonate deeply as it challenges the expectations of a world that values extroversion over quiet strength. Warning: This Content Contains Introspective and Emotional Themes This writing delves into themes of introversion, overthinking, anxiety, and social detachment. Readers sensitive to topics such as mental health struggles, loneliness, and self-isolation may find some parts reflective of challenging emotions. It is recommended for those comfortable with introspective and thought-provoking content. If you are experiencing distress or emotional challenges, consider seeking support or speaking with someone you trust.

Do you know the curse of introversion in an extroverted world?

'What part of you do you hide? Is your core not light like every tendril that comes from it?' The shadow knows she needs the lights. She knows she can't stay in the darkness she finds so comforting all the time. She knows how easily she can disappear into it, just as much as she knows how easily the lights can overwhelm her. But that is the balancing act she's lived with her entire existence. That is why she finds herself at Luminous whenever the darkness curls around her. That's why she retreats whenever her shawl starts to shrink. That's why she wears the glasses. The lights can't overwhelm her if they're obscured. At least, she can't feel it. A short story collection set in the world of elementals. First Story: The Indigo Shawl Audiobook Chapters Available Here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLLMbgTaeR1aSecIq3a9ScpyF2oSUWlvTE

"Life is fucking hard when you're half child, half ancient"

silly little poem somewhat about anxiety with a sprinkle of self loathing here and there. sorry if it's kind of a mess, i originally wanted it to be about the struggle of having crushing anxiety and being unable to do a lot of things because of it, but i probably got too carried away with the self hatred which probably ruined it but idk, let me know what you think.

A story about a man, just realizing what his memories and future hold. Still adding more to it, so comments are welcome, thank you.

This is a short piece that I hope inspires you to go outside and bask in the sheer bliss of nature's beauty, and then reflect on the purpose and magnificence of it all...

With thoughts unsaid, Welcome...to the introvert's head. [UPDATED ON THURSDAYS ONLY]

The poem is about the struggles of introversion and the girl going through emotional exhaustion N/B Thank you for reading! I'd love to hear your thoughts and feelings about this poem please leave a comment below and I'II be sure to respond your feedback means alot to me

I didn't matter. No one cares about what I've done. They don't care that I drink and smoke. They don't care that I have sex. They don't care that I'm gay. They don't care whether I'm alive or dead. No one gives a fuck about me. I used to think it was normal. But in the end i've grown close to the things around me, as I've learned to harmonize with the wind, and live off of my own company. Because I have never needed anyone, and I never will. ... I thought that once. Until Zero started noticing my distance, and begun to focus on me. He began to love me, and pay attention to me. He made me feel a little more alive. But, I couldn't love him. I didn't know how to. I had never been loved, and I didn't love myself. So how was I supposed to love someone so beautiful? How was I supposed to love someone who wouldn't love me back..? It hurt. - - - The Shattered Series, Book 1: - Despondent Despondent focuses on the introduction of Error, and his childhood bestfriend, Zero. It also dives into Error's mind, letting us get to know him, and his thought process. TW/CW: SA mentions, implied SH, Eating Disorders, descriptive gore/sensations, depression, Slight implied NSFW. (There will always be a warning if it's NSFW, or triggering. But if a little too much for you, please don't read this, thankyou!!)

Just a collection of songs, poems, stories, and maybe actually diary entries that tie into introversion and stuff...

The product of my neurotic mind, this is the begging of the story of my life ( at least so far).