*this story is very descriptive and may be considered triggering. Be in a safe frame of mind when reading* Thought wanderings of a depressed mess...No real rhyme or reason..insights about death, suicide, self injury, self hate,bullying, abuse. Allot of what if's, if only, maybe's...the emotional rollercoaster that goes with sexual abuse, physical abuse,.neglect, addictions, mental health issues, hospitalizations and family hatred. As mainly seen thru the eyes of Adalaine Marie(I am female!! trapped in a boys body) this is not just her story it's also her past. Adalaine, feels she is a horrid slut, garbage of no use to anyone but a quick fuck, a whore, not wanted by anyone but those who abused her so bad. *PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION AS THIS IS TRIGGERING AND GRAPHIC*

"Do you have any fucking idea how mad it makes me when I see that you don't do anything about your situation?" he says angrily, his nose flaring. "Like what? Should I rebel against them like you; get drunk in parties, get arrested for vandalising some property just to get attention?" I say simply, but he seems to feel the anger I am feeling because his eyes harden suddenly. "No Ella, but you are a pushover. And being a pushover will never get you anywhere." And that's it. That's how Colton Andrews successfully shuts me up again, making me ponder over my choices as I watch him start his bike and over speed into the dark night. -- [Ranked #382 in Teen Fiction (03-06-2015)] [Ranked #15 in ChickLit (19-12-2015)] -- Special thanks to my friend Esha Mohol for letting me borrow her photo for the book cover! © Copyright _legallycrazy_ 2015-2021 All Rights Reserved.

Petrichor / pe trīkôr / noun a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather. Dry heat Suffocating humidity The harassing thoughts In this long period I'm tore down Until... The first rain. And the pleasant smell that accompanies it You are a breath of fresh air My thoughts clear with every light load Its slowly getting better...

So this is my book of poetry. it starts off with a few of my really old poems but I promise you they get better. sorry if the poems are a little depressed or kinda sad, when I write I put my emotions into it and usually I write best when I'm upset. Don't ask lol I guess I'm weird like that. Well enjoy your reading and if you like it hit that vote button and make me happy :) enjoy! (Unedited) *Trigger Warning*

This is a book of poetry. Basically my emotions unleashed through words. That is how I see poetry. Sometimes what we think about and processes in our head is to much. Writing it all out helps me let go of the mess in my head. Hope you can connect with some of these because sometimes just knowing you are not alone with how you are feeling is enough to comfort yourself.

Just random shit about me and qoutes and yeah

When Vivian meets Zach, her abusive father doesn't approve.

title says it all

It's just odd because I grew up thinking that people waited until they were 21 to drink. Couples waited until marriage to have sex and people didn't do drugs. I thought you would always end up marrying your soulmate. Your friends would always be your friends never leaving your side. And most importantly, that everyone who YOU said " I love you" to would say it back... and mean it. It's just crazy how you could grow up with all this love and hope in your heart. Then you're thrown into what you think is a twisted world, but it's actually life. And you've gotta live it. Sequel to Maybe I'm Insane

Maybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, because in reality... we are society. I've come to realize that just maybe, were all meant to be a little insane.