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Copyright © 2014 Morgan Evans Self Publishing ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. What happens when an abundantly problematic awkward girl crosses paths with a band of (literal) brothers who seem to always have trouble following after them? Chaos. Absolute chaos. This shit's about to get fucking insane. Stay tuned.

prior to falling. °°° this was written in 2013 for a contest, but I've kept it up for everyone to read :-) I actually won the contest, which even now (over three years later) I am still stoked about,!!

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

This is too help people, or give you inspiration. I did not write it unless I state otherwise.

*MAY BE TRIGGERING* Hey guys, I just put together a collection of quotes which kind of express what I feel like and hope that you can relate to them too? If you need anybody to talk to, I'm always here. Night or day. Whenever.

A book about depression quotes since I've been depressed for a long time now. Enjoy.

When Isabella is forced to move away from what has been her life for as long as she can remember, she tries to think positively of the 'new life' ahead of her. That mindset rapidly decreases and transforms into an endless cycle of being battered and bruised, in more ways than one, as the new students bully her to their hearts content. This story follows the incredible journey of an average girl in modern day high school, just hoping things will get better. Will they? And will an unexpected romance emerge, just when the situation is at it's worst? Find out in my first ever story, 'Bullied: Isabella's Story'. Enjoy!

I'm sorry if this story is bothering you. But if it is, it's clearly not meant for you. "What's depression like?" A friend once asked. I didn't know what to say. Because when people ask you things like "What's wrong" and "How are you?" and "Can I help you?" I never know what to say. I end up lying. I end up answering "nothing" and "Fine" and "No". Though what I really want to answer is "Everything" and "I'm not okay" and "Yes, please". What depression is like? Writing what it's like is easier than telling what it's like. Only a few will totally understand what it's like. And for those people I wrote this.