Historias de Asocial

CRUSH: Flechazo/amor platonico, indica que estás loco o loca por alguien, y en el fondo sabes que no tienes nada que hacer para conquistarle o lo tendrás extremadamente difícil. El ciclo de la vida amorosa de una chica esta muy claro en la sociedad, nacer, crecer y desarrollarse,ser fémina, enamorarse, corazón roto, corazón roto, corazón roto y corazón...., ah si roto.. ¿Que? ¿deprimente no?, pues justo es la etapa donde me encuentro,"Corazón roto" soy Carmen, 16 años , y estas son una de las palabras claves que narran mi situación actual:  DESAMOR  CRUSH  POPULAR  ASOCIAL  FRICKI  FRESA  JUVENTUD  HIPOCRESIA  AMIGOS  NADA No se trata de subestimar al adolescente, se trata de entenderlo, los errores y amores en la juventud perduran, se clavan, y no vuelven. Tienes la posibilidad de hacer que las cosas pasen, y esperar a que sucedan, tu, ¿Que decides? Hola bienvenid@ a esta historia, como ya es visible, todo en la vida de Carmen gira entorno a un crush, de esos que se clavan en tu corazón y con el mas mínimo movimiento lo puede desgarrar... Sinceramente esta historia la escribo con varias de mis experiencias, anecdotas de mis amigas, y si con un poquito de la descripción del crush con el que mas me e clavado. ¡DISFRUTALA!

Ever felt so trapped by anxiety? Feeling like you're stuck in a cage, and no matter how hard you try... it seems like there's no escape? Yeah, well I once did too. Here's my poem. <3

Ximena es una persona que sufre por dentro, que quiere encontrar a alguien que la ayude con sus problemas interiores, y no sabe que muy pronto (más pronto de lo que podría imaginarse) conocerá a esa persona. Esta novela se narra en tercera persona.

Ash, a 17 year old, she's been through a lot at her age and has a tough time in high school, at home..

"There are things that wandert this place long before we did and who will wander long after we're gone" Frank is a banker in a pretty bad situation when he notices a very strange door in this office. But little does he know of the horrors that await him on the oher side; in a space wothout time and a time without mercy.

A short about a boy, who doesn't want to socialise, developing a friendship with a girl who, without his knowledge, is dead.

Father workaholic, mother's death in a fire and living without adults - in this situation were fourteen-year-old boys, twins Martin and Maksim. They can handle it. But maybe not? Both brother in their town were known of unusal hair color and inseparability. Where Maksim is, there Martin is. Green-haired Maksim have a personality almost identical as his father - Adam, who lives somewhere in Japan: rational thinking, huge ego, leadership skills and talent to attract people. Bluhaired Martin is total copy of his mather, Natalie: devoted to his passion solitary bullied by kids his age, and also asocial. Despite the different personalities boys can't live without each other. Unfortunately, their relations are starting to collapse. A story about brother love and attachment, which are slowly transforming into hate and loneliness. Will the twins handle that situation? Can they feel love again?

Si fuiste un solitario en la escuela, probablemente te puedas identificar conmigo. No es una historia en sí, es mí historia.

Eric Ramos, a grade 11 student, is looking for a comfortable place to stay during class vacant hours. He then decided to enter that one place which is usually empty of students, the library. Actually, that place is haunted by a "ghost". This book has no real plot. It's just a story about a loner's everyday life in school along with some inserted monologues.

Entre plainte et émerveillement, rentrer dans la tête d'une asociale hivernale.

"Mine..." I spoke breathlessly, as I tucked a strand of her soft brown hair behind her ear. F*ck, she's so beautiful. Thinking of how blessed I was to have this moment with her, I leaned in for another kiss, and swiftly moved my hands down from her blushing cheeks, to her waist, pulling her closer to my body. God, if only she knew how much I wanted her. "Chris, I can't-" she mumbled, and tried to pull away by firmly pressing her tiny palms on my chest. Instead, I crushed her delicate body into mine and kissed her deeper, causing her to whimper adorably. Smirking, I nuzzled her neck as I began to rain kisses all over it, leaving visible spots. But suddenly, she pushed me away. A tear rolled down her right cheek, and instantly made me soften. "Vanessa?" worry filled my voice as I slowly walked towards her with heavy footsteps, only to find her backing away from me. She was looking down and biting her lower lip from trying to hold her tears. I immediately froze. Shit, did I scare her? "I hate you Christopher." She said through gritted teeth as she finally looked up at me with her big brown eyes, filled with disappointment. Damn it, I wanted to kill someone from seeing her like this. With one last angry look, she turned her back and walked away, leaving me in jealousy and rage. "I don't care even if you have a boyfriend, Nessa. You're going to be mine and will always be." I said to myself with confidence, as I smirked at the thought of making her mine forever.

when haveing what he wished he realised it's not what he wants. find out what happened later.

when a senior girl finds her self getting black out drunk almost every friday she decided to try and pull it together. she never had a good home life and was almost never there. constantly hooking up with guys trying to find something to fill that hole deep inside her. until one friday night changed her life forever.

I love poetry so here are a few of my own

A fictional story revolving around eighth grade middle school. This is partly based on true events and stories. But includes false and fictional themes/things. Addison middle school receives a transfer student, that is unique like no other. A student that deals with Social anxiety, and happens to be socially awkward. She is interested in things "normal" people aren't and that most students have no idea about. "Hi your Hanna right?" a student from class 3.1 asked, "Yeah" She answered. (Hanna) "What do you like?" the stranger asked, "Uhhh... a lot, I like kumamon.." Hanna answered averting eye contact. Sweat beaded from her forehead, she was nervous. "What's a 'kumamon'?" they asked furrowing their eyebrows in confusion.

INCEL o involuntario celibe no es un movimiento, es la realidad que viven muchos hombres, unos mas intensos que otros, pero la pregunta es ¿porque es tan difícil conseguir pareja? ¿en realidad somos auto-saboteadores? ¿negacionismo? ¿"misoginia"? ¿inconoformes, o son tiempos dificiles para nosotros? no lo se, no soy psicologo sociologo, economista, ni mucho menos periodista soy un incel, cada incel es particular sus carencia afectivas, sexuales, y sociales. pero por alguna razón psicológica no se logra hacer algo tan simple.

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