Apathetic Stories

A mom who has alexithymia is raising an autistic toddler. Ashauri had never known what happiness truly meant until she fell pregnant with her beautiful son, Cashton. Sadly, after she gave birth, the happiness she once felt went away and her life went back to being empty emotionally. With her son being autistic, Ashauri is relieved she doesn't have to fake a smile or make her voice higher than normal to give off the impression she's in a good mood. Her son couldn't tell the difference. Despite the rumors, Ashauri and Cashton's bond is like no other; they understand one another better than most. A simple glance can either make or break their decision on whether to continue whatever it is that has their attention. The two didn't depend on words because neither of them enjoyed talking. Apathetic: having or showing little or no emotion; indifferent. Alexithymia is when a person has difficulty experiencing, identifying, and expressing emotions. Intermittent explosive disorder involves repeated, sudden episodes of impulsive, aggressive, violent behavior or angry verbal outbursts in which you react grossly out of proportion to the situation. -

He wakes up in a van, with no recollection of previous events. There are 4 other people he is with, can he trust them? Or is it some sort of dream? Get to reading if you really want to know. ~~~ You can imagine what they wear. However, I gave a short description of their hair colour and skin tone. Btw this is my first time writing a story. So you can give me pointers. Much appreciated.

Thoughts of a bleeding mind. Sometimes, the darkest thoughts swirl to become the most beautiful dance when woven into words. To write calms me. Perhaps someone will know these feelings.

Never thought I'd join Blue Spirits, but you know what they say, when stars align, they shit on you. When I was a kid, life was all about my sister. Everyone I'd ever known growing up had some poik spots somewhere. It was normal. Then these freak kids were born who never got em. Clean, and my sister was one of them. Those kids started to disappear. It had to be the Supremacy, and since they had been coming around more often, I felt like I had to guard my sister with my life. No one ever really questioned Supra around here. They just kind of let them do whatever. But there was one kid who wanted to make a difference, and everyone knew him by his nickname like a Super Hero. Rebellion. The Kid Crusader wanted to be behind it all, and for whatever reason, he wanted me to join him. Blue Spirits? Well that comes later. Just let me tell my story, for cryin' out loud. This is my story. It's kind of slow, but it's still mine nonetheless. Buckle up, kids. -Alex This book takes place within the Inherited universe *See also Locus: The Age of Spring, for another book/series in the same universe that has mention of this character. It is not necessary to read it to enjoy this book. Content Warning: This book will include violent scenes, death, and deteriorating mental psychosis.

Stay strong, I'm staying strong. But whats my purpose in this world? Staying strong forever? I wanna live, smile, cry and feel. But i cant. [hinata and kag. boyxboy, suicidal, blood, cussing etc.] Started on: 7 may 2020 aka corona time.

If ever you're out of line, if ever too much needs to become just enough. They will be there. The static will drown your mind and the blue streetlights will quide whomever walks through them elsewhere in the maze. for a rat in a maze is free to go anywhere, as long as it stays inside the maze.

this is a collection of poems reaching all the way back to August 2007, slowly but surely i'm adding them all in. NOTE: they are in reverse chronological order. also, not yet completely edited.

He's beyond perfect. His domineering presence is undeniably formidable as he stood tall and proud towering all over us. He has a sleek hair that shines like silver it radiates a dainty source of light. When he smirks, it's wicked - enticing yet devilish. Everyone might find themselves get enthralled and he seems obviously aware of it. . . • ° • • ° • • ° • Under his mercy. . . Such a wonderful morning to behold. He will never forget her panic-driven face. Wrapping his arms around her - touching, enjoying and taking all advantage. The moment he cradled her, there's an overwhelming spark it strangely struck him all over. He felt her warmth - her genuine heart. Without hesitations, she clinged into him as her safe refuge. This is - He didn't expect this. He didn't want this. He just wants to play! * * * * * * * * * Faithfully sworn a sacred oath. . . Attaining ascension, destroying a curse . . . However, upon reaching a long-awaited chance, intention becomes a burden and oath is meant to be broken. When emotion hazes a resolute mind, resisting becomes a struggle. Bordering between oath and love, does altering the fate defeats an inevitable? Does heart prevails and strong enough to endure?

[[COMPLETED]] ✓ "Sometimes I ask myself if I should be existing. What if I don't have a point in living?" -MERYEM GRIMES Meryem Grimes, a rather distinctive 17 year old was someone who always loathed herself. She never found anything about her remotely close to attractive, smart, anything. She continued to struggle with the everyday challenges of life, this time having to deal with abnormal feelings. Who's he? Copyright © All Rights Reserved. This story and plot line exclusively belongs to @writtensorrow (i.e, me) @2018

This poem portrays an intense emotional experience where the speaker reflects on a relationship between a naive girl and a psychopath lad, marked by selfless love and superficial desires of the two respectively.

Short musings of a sad boy

when did it start? when did it end? does anything really have an ending or a beginning? perhaps we just exist, tirelessly working to make life mean something. Izuku Midoryia was dealt a bad hand.

Vasylia will grow up to be a maiden to be married off, as many other girls in the city. But she is desensitized by loss and sees no meaning in that future, or any future at all. She is living to live, with no meaning in mind. Only when she meets someone who is equally alike as different to her does she start to wonder how the world has brought two different people to the same point. With a new deal, her life has a little more excitement, and she finally begins to learn.

you swear, you promise, and you pretend.

Apathy. The lack of emotion, lack of feeling, and lack of unique thought. Some say apathy is caused by a form of depression, and that it could be treated as such. Oliver knows better. He's watched, helpless, as his wife suffered first-hand to its cruel hands after they lost their newborn baby...their little Daisy. Can Oliver free his wife from the demon's grasp in time, or will he watch brokenly as he loses yet another loved one?

A compilation of poems written by me, mostly including theme of love, obsession, hope, need, desire, reminiscence, past, mystery, fantasy, fiction, personal thoughts ~ I hope you'll have a wonderful time reading my poems. Happy reading!!!

A drop in the life of a young men who thinks he is special. This man gone through a lot of things from the very pitiful to the very pleasent things. A story about apatethic person who can only observe.