Badfeelings Stories

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thoughts and feelings written by a teenager.

#Badfeelings #Poetry

some of my experiences in life included in poems

"Careful... you know these are expensive," a laugh left his mouth as he plopped down into the mattress. "My bad," Katsuki moved the white violin to his desk. "Better?" He looked down at the boy on his bed. The freckled boy rolled his eyes, "Would be better if you just kiss me already."

I write how I'm feeling during Corona, it's like a dairy lol 😬😭 it's so stressful

The rules are simple just pick to choses that I give you or wherever And this is a boring game, but the anime of my hero academia is awesome Have fun

Trigger Warning! A short one shot about suicide and stuff. I'm really bad at descriptions but I hope that whoever few of you read this story like it! Thank you!

We all were a mask sometimes in our lives, but do the people around us see the mask or the face behind it. And if they do see through the mask you've put on do they have what it takes to tell you "You don't need to hide anymore", or do they choose to keep believing that mask is your real face.

This story is about a girl who is struggling with depression and is also there to build other people who might feel the same Like the girl in the story and also to show some nice sides of life.

This is a story about my life because I need to get it out. If you don't like it that's fine but I won't stop writing it.

An account of my late night feelings and fears. This one takes place inside my parents' rooms. I like to sleep on a mat in their room occasionally because it's extremely cold in there and I get hot very easily. The number of presences I sense also seems to be less. However, on this particular night, the presences remain and a very aggressive spirit threatens my sanity.

Sometimes we have to get out opinions out there. This is now a free vent space. Have at it. If there are problems in the comments, I won't step in, not unless someone absolutely has to so feel free to release the curses.

This isn't a story that I mean for people to read for fun. I'm going to write about how I feel when I just can't anymore. When I'm hurting but I'm comforting someone, or when I just have to put it off but by that time it's too late. So read it if you want, and I hope everyone who reads this and everyone who doesn't read this has wonderful lives.

Ellie thinks she has no chance with the boy of her dreams, simply because he's been her arch enemy for as long as she can remember. There was no real reason for this to be the case, but it always has been, and always will. Or will it?

A collection of poetry.

vents. severe tws. don't read if easily triggered Most of these will seem like a cry for help. I assure you, then are not. I just have to get these feelings out somehow before I actually explode.

I'm just someone with a lot of feelings and is scared to talk to anyone. So here is where it will be stored, safely, for the whole internet to read.

A little bit of a vent.