Canyouseeme storie

A story about a boy who meets an abused, depressed girl and he makes it his purpose to protect her.

My name is unknown. My name is that because no ones pays any attention to me when i'm sad mad.. what ever the case maybe. But these pays weeks have been horrible i really wish i could just go to being in my moms stomach andd i shouldn't never came out. Im in 8th grade now and i hate it.. :/...the first dude i liked well.. he an fucking idiot and i hate him and wish i never met him all i can say is when you pay attention more you find out someones true colors. My ex boy friend welllllll...i broke up with him for another dude but me and the other dude never went out so my ex called me a hoe and i just shut down..like...how are you mad at me for breaking up with you because i wanted a break (because i liked another guy) i mean im a teenage girl we dont know what we want...but after the other guy was gone ive been really well...and by that i mean ive been feeling my ex boyfriend again i mean i never stop liking him.But today i feel worthless because he asked me out again at lunch and i was liked is this a joke..cause if it was idk..i prolly would of just balled out in cried on the floor.So one of my best friends were in on it the whole time the whole time and i kept asking her is this a joke is this a hoke is this a joke and she kept saying no and my dumb ass believed her like wtf..you posed to be my twinnnnn..and then i when i get home my parents say ima send you away cause your to bad so i might run away...i already have a plan :)...cause im not going to be treated like shit no more ima just do me i fucking tired of being treated less than IM NOT A MFFF TOY BITCHES IMA A REAL HUMAN OK TREAT ME LIKE ONE..every day i try to pray to god but sometimes i feel like im just talking to myself i just hope that i can get it together...but can i aleast be seen... i know well known in the popular part of the kids but thats me on the out side no one never asked am i ok or nun (only my bestfriends)..to sum it all up...No One Gets Me...

A sad story for you guys Enjoy! 👉👈

Peggy Sue has always been chubby her whole life. She ate her feelings until her jeans no longer fit. Now in the city on her own, finally thin. Happy she can finally fit in. Boy was she wrong.

A story about a girl. Without a father.😪 ⚠️I do not own this story!!⚠️ (#2 in canyouseeme 03/31/19) (#59 in imissyou 03/31/19) (#845 in heaven 03/31/19) (#694 in iloveyou 03/31/19) (#267 in father-daughter 03/31/19) (#672 in daddysgirl 03/31/19)

Abyss

Poetry book. It is all about, what is inside. The outside may be wrong. I guess you will find out, what I mean by that in my thoughts of poetry. It is all about my life and I will do my best to bring the true me to all of my readers. _______________________ I will upload as much as I feel like. I don't know, how many parts it will have. I guess we will see it in the future. This poetry book is copyrighted, do not intend to copy or rewrite anything, unless you have my written consent.

This is a translation of a Chinese story. I love this story so I want to share it with everyone who can't read Chinese. The original story is written by Fang Zhang Jie. ------- Fang Zi You is not a weirdo, it's just that he can see ghosts and spirits. Cheng Zi Qing is not solitude, she just doesn't trust anyone. Both of them came from being best friends until a love letter breaks them apart. Both of them came from being cold to each other to cooperating because of a serial murder case. In this world, there's this kind of fetters. It force you to care about the person who would exchange their life just because they want you to trust them. -------------------- 4/4 - #2canyouseeme 2/11 - #483ghost 4/4 - #469chess 3/17 - #1chinesetranslation 2/11 - #128chinese 2/11 - #138randomstories

Just imagine, a week is like the world. How everyday is the exact same, each 24 hours. Everyday has a different flaw, it could be sunny or rainy, but still the same. However, even though they are all alike, people tend to detest and favor certain days. Think of Monday, the most hated and dreaded 24 hours of everyone's week. Everyone tries to get through and ignore it. Does anybody care or look forward to seeing Monday? No. But, it still comes around every 6 days. Then, there is Saturday, the favorited out of all the week. Why? Because those are the days that are sunny and happy, where everyone is carefree. Then, Monday comes around and no one is jumping around all excited. Well, to wrap my life in a nutshell, I am Monday.

"wondering if you can see" . . . . "that even I can never lit" . . . . . . "then I better be going " My first ever poem So sorry if it is really bothering you but Please try and read it

frag·ile /ˈfrajəl,ˈfraˌjīl/ adjective: fragile (of an object) easily broken or damaged. A story of a being whose life could be summed up by nothing more then a shattered window and a wrist full of red tears. {I do not own the cover}