Dailystruggles Stories

People aren't who they seem. Not the bad ones, the good ones, or even the "normal" ones. Everyone has a past and a secret, but it is only a matter of time before everything is revealed. Ninth grade. The beginning of first impressions. Mabel Jennings has started on a rocky road; her friends from middle school are slowly drifting away from her, her enemies worsen their bullying, her sister gives her no chance to be happy, and a deadly secret is lurking through the neighbourhood, oblivious to everyone's eyes. But not to Mabel. She wants to know the truth, but at the same time is terrified of the outcome. As she tries to piece together clues that are hidden just beneath the surface, she also has to deal with her mother's crazy past, her best friend's sudden disappearance, and the wealthy people in her neighborhood who are harboring lies and secrets that could impact Mabel's future forever. How is she supposed to survive high school if her first year is already corrupted?

Random poetry, written at random moments on random days making an odd collection of poems from an adolescent-to-grown-up struggling with depression and the meaning of life, while using poetry to cope.

Pretty much a thing i made out of boredom

A glimpse into the life of a wife; whose husband struggles with an incurable illness.

Maybe there will come a day were love will be prohibited for the lost of many broken souls that once truly loved ,

Daily struggles as I lose my eye sight.

Meh... I'm lazy.

Ally Summers read somewhere that every soul is created with a pair to love and maybe, to discover why constellations are made in the first place. Though the latter part is just her own inclination to the mysteries of the universe. She didn't really took it to heart when she saw it being as her mind is busy with colorful imaginations and vivid scenarios of things she could do to better herself and that if only she could lose a few pounds, her face wouldn't look too big on pictures. Her very typical life consists of a run down to the bookstore, canvassing cafes, visiting thrift shops, hoarding clothes she's never gonna wear, planning art illustrations she's too demotivated and lethargic to do and all the while balancing her normal fleeting school life, not really popular but also, not really unpopular. She's never really cared about social standing or how she looks so awkwardly weird for people when she jumps and count her steps on tiles. When she looks at her self in the mirror, she feels equivocal. There are handful of times when she'd think she's pretty but when she stares hard, everything becomes bare and raw then she sees her truth, her miserable dementing truth, "I'm just a person who's into looking up the stars because she could never be one in the first place." She said. All of her beliefs about herself changed and faltered though. It was because of that unsuspecting ordinary day at school that turn all of her consuming worries into something beautiful. There he was, the light and the stars, all for her. But wait, someone around is lurking too and he is everything enigma, all darkest depths of the night is who he is and she can't help but want to unravel him. She's torn and so so so confused. - this story will contain mature language, themes, mention of depression and body dysphoria.

Why did I stop? I should've just kept doing what I did best. I should've just kept hating myself. But maybe- Just maybe- I could've been better. I could've done so many things. I could've done so much right when all I did, all I could see, was wrong. I don't know anything.

A poem based off the feeling of faking an emotion when around other people.

"But you don't look sick?" That's what they always say... What they don't see is the exhaustion and pain that I've learnt to hide. Having a chronic illness means having to exist in a body that's so unpredictable, complex, and constantly fighting against me. Through personal experiences, and honest reflections, I'm sharing what life is really like behind closed doors. If you've ever felt dismissed misunderstood or invisible, you are not alone!

A girl named Bella born as a blessing in her family. The family at start had no hopes from a daughter but Bella proves daughters are more worthy than sons. She had great struggles in her life. Passing through humps in her life wasn't easy. She never exposed her emotions to anyone. Not even her parents. Ever!

Read this when your head feels too heavy to carry alone.

Two best friends trying to survive school, drama, weird classmates, and whatever the day throws at them.

as i woke up late on rainy school day, i suddenly had the massive urge to poop. however, since i was almost late to the bus, i didn't have time for any extracurricular activities, which includes going to the bathroom. see how i survived the whole day without using the bathroom or letting out any stinky particles.

this series is going to be 'transgender struggles' that i face over my...like...lifetime... or something i don't know. i just hope you enjoy

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Like the title says - it's just a diary. Normal diary containing very random thoughts. It's mainly for me to enjoy my days a little bit more as each one is unrepeatable <3 (It's not necessarily the eighth part of the previous books. It's just the continuation as I've reached 200 parts in there and I simply cannot write more.)