Lately, I’ve developed a guilty pleasure—one that I really hope I’m not alone in (someone, please say I’m not the only one). My dependency on AI, specifically ChatGPT, has reached new heights.
I’ve always loved imagining plots—dramatic twists, heart-wrenching moments, entire fictional worlds unfolding in my head. But actually sitting down and writing them? Yeah, that’s where my motivation mysteriously vanishes.
Enter ChatGPT: my unexpected co-writer. It started as an innocent attempt to finally reach the self-actualization stage of Maslow’s hierarchy (big goals, I know) by turning my chaotic plot ideas into real, tangible stories. Inspiration comes from daily chaotic conversations with my friends, books I wish had different endings, and song lyrics that emotionally wreck me. (I’m a huge lyrics person—melody and rhythm are great, but if the words hit just right? Instant obsession.)
At first, I was fine keeping these stories to myself. Just me, my plots, and ChatGPT doing the heavy lifting of refining my words.
But then… I fell in love with the characters. What started as fleeting ideas became real to me, and suddenly, keeping them locked away felt unfair. So, here I am, sharing them with the void of the internet—just in case these stories matter to someone else too.
For clarity, the plots and scenes are all mine; ChatGPT just helps with wording and paraphrasing. Think of it as a collaboration between a chaotic dreamer (me) and my very efficient AI assistant (who still refuses to take credit).
So, if you’ve somehow landed here, I hope you enjoy these stories, connect with the characters like I do, and just… enjoy.
Diary of A Chaotic Dreamer 
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