this is pretty much as the title describe just another emo love story ;3

My mind, my hell, my life. What I think at my darkest times and my happiest.

Poetry about self-harm, depression, darkness, unrequited love and tears. I am NOT promoting self-harm or suicide in any way, or form. I'm just expressing myself through words.. Sometimes you hear, but you don't listen. Sometimes you talk, but you don't speak. Sometimes you look, but you don't see.

Jeff is a lonely kid who thinks he needs no one else, but what happens when his parents die?

Hi, Im Anderson. Crystal Anderson... Okay I'll admit only James Bond can pull that one off. I'm 17 years old, I live alone ... don't tell the authority. .. I always try to think positive.. I have black hair... I'm 5"7 .. I go to Woodsen High.. I have blue eyes.. I love blue *says in dreamy voice ;)*... Well I guess I can say thats about it... oh yeah and I don't talk.. by choice. ------------------------------------------ I'm Jacob Winter ... I'm 18 and 6 feet.. I have jet black hair and misty light Grey eyes... I am a werewolf.. (A/N haha no pun intended woth Jacob and werewolf (; ..) I am the alpha now since im 18 and I guess thats it. .. for nowhi ;) ------------------------------------------So what will happen when Jacob meets Crystal will he ignore her will he go after her... or will he reject her in his mind (because she is a human... or is she?) because she indeed is his mate ;)... why doesn't Crysral talk? why is she living alone?? read to find out... Please. ... with a mustache on top... no .. okay fine whatever... I never liked yall anyways *hmmphs* Highest Ranking #1 Werewolf | #10 Teen Fiction.

Jocelynn Blackheart is a normal teenage girl. For the most part. She's had nothing short of a hard life. When her sister develops an addiction to drinking her world gets much darker. She falls into a bad habit just trying to cope. Will the new boy she meets be enough to stop? Or will everything come to a tragic end.. ( this story is currently being rewritten as of 5/16/24 I will keep it published so things in the story may change day to day)

Their voices taunted my brain as I brought the thin blade towards my left wrist. useless ugly fat lesbian tramp whore. I knew I was none of those things, but I couldn't bring myself to be strong enough. I didn't know how else to take away the rejection. The physical pain always numbed the mental pain. The first time I cut was in the 9th grade. When Taylor Lynn told me I was a worthless faggot and I was a man. Everyone laughed at me. Even my sister Tawnie. I cried and cried, I never told my parents any of this though. I am a cutter. I have been for three years. I'm a junior in highschool and I still cut. I've thought about suicide and all of the other awful things. I just couldn't bring myself to end my life of some stupid comments. So this is the way I let it all out. By cutting. "You're so much more than this." Luke told me, I knew he was right but it was just the binging. I couldn't stop. No one can make me stop. Not even Luke.