🖤 Fucking Chaos: A Printable Planner for Real Life

Trying to find order in all the fucking chaos.

💬 The Vibe

I made this planner because I was tired of pretending structure fixes chaos.

I didn’t want another color-coded system full of boxes, quotes, and guilt.

I wanted space — somewhere to dump my thoughts, track the mess, and maybe make sense of a few things along the way.

Fucking Chaos is part planner, part journal, part life-saver for people who are over “perfect productivity.”

It’s for the real days — the good, the bad, and the what the actual fuck moments in between.

🗓️ What’s Inside

• 🖤 Yearly Delusion Page – where all your big plans go to die beautifully.
• ✨ Year-at-a-Glance – for birthdays, chaos tracking, and maybe meal-prepping (if you’re into pain).
• 🧠 “When Did I Last…” Tracker – because time isn’t real and neither is memory.
• 📅 Undated Monthly & Weekly Layouts – 4 weeks of clean, horizontal spreads you can reprint forever.
• 💭 Reflection Page – “Wins, Fails, and WTF Moments.” Because journaling shouldn’t require enlightenment.

All pages are printable 8.5x11" PDFs, ready for double-sided or single-sided printing.

Use one week at a time, reprint monthly, or scribble all over it in one sitting. There are no rules.

🧾 Details

• Format: Printable PDF
• Size: 8.5" x 11" (US Letter)
• Pages: ~20 core pages (reusable)
• Layout: Horizontal two-page weekly spreads
• Style: Minimal structure, maximum freedom
• File Type: High-resolution PDF, ready to print

💡 How to Use

Print at home or upload to your favorite print service (Staples, FedEx, etc.).

Bind it, clip it, shove it in a folder — it’s chaos. It’ll survive.

You can also import it into apps like GoodNotes, Notability, or Noteshelf for digital use.

🖤 Who This Is For

• People who want to plan without pretending to have it all together.
• Neurodivergent brains that hate rigid systems.
• Stationery lovers who love a little sarcasm with their structure.
• Anyone trying to find order in all the fucking chaos.

💬 Final Thoughts

No rules. No guilt. No toxic positivity.

Just space for you to write, plan, vent, and figure shit out one week at a time.