Dearme Stories

Start: July 14, 2024 🥀🥀🥀 I became everything they wanted, except myself.

The aftermath of rose colored glasses.

As I go through life, I have so much to think about and learn. Everyday I'm growing and why not share that with others? I may not be the best writer but when I write, it makes me feel like my words are meaningful enough to share with others. These are just diary logs I wanted to share about my complexed mind and life. I hope you enjoy :)

A bunch of letters for myself, but I want you to read it too so we could build a connection through the words from my heart, to your heart.

Leo is a young man who suffered a trauma when he was younger. He doesn't talk about it, but it has strongly affected his personality causing him to stay away from people. After many years of isolation, he wonders if he should give love a chance. But after so long rebuking this feeling, How many times has a can a person fall in love? And how do you know if it's real love or just a flash in the pan? Can a real love survive time, prejudice, lies and other people's opinion?

A letter to myself about accepting being bisexual. It shows that happy endings do come true if you believe in your self even when things seem hard.

She walked through the world like a shadow that never cast light. a girl of fire born in a world of frost. No one knew how many lives she lived in one body, a daughter forgotten, a woman unheard, a soul stitched with silence. They saw her face, but never her war. She whispered her truth into the dark... And in her final breath, left behind a secret the world was too blind to see: She was never lost. She was hidden.

Stranger, I'm here for you, I will help you and I love you >>> Inspired by : @loading_not_today

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Pensavo di vivere ma in realtà stavo solo sopravvivendo.

i keep my thoughts here just to see if im getting better or not or slowly just dying off, not sure :'(

why being you is so special and why you should never give up all the answers are in this short novel

Dear Me, Is my mind the only one having these thoughts? Am I the only one riddled with the idea of not being perfect? What If I'm not alone? If anyone feels like they are alone in their thoughts just remember that everyone has probably thought it but has just never voiced it. This is for the people that are incapable of voicing those thoughts.

.... i'd recomend you don't read this cus this is just for me in the future *w* but if you do, go ahead just don't get mad if i write something that you don't like..

I Hope This Finds Me Well is a poetry collection filled with intimate reflections on growth, ambition, healing, identity, and self-discovery. Through raw emotion and soft honesty, the book captures what it means to become someone new while still carrying pieces of who you used to be. These poems were written for the woman learning how to carry herself gently. For the people who feel too much, dream too loudly, and heal too quietly. I Hope This Finds Me Well is a collection of thoughts, wounds, memories, and becoming

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A most personal collection of thoughts. Thoughts, in the form of letters about me, about the future, to the future me. Thoughts about self-discovery and learning that I deserve love and to be loved, even by myself. Thoughts about the future but about the past at the same time, because what is more beautiful than leaving for the future you, testaments of the old versions of yourself. Success, failure, struggling to make peace with your mind. Not fitting in. Thoughts that heal when suddenly written out on a paper-like venom sucked out a wound. Suddenly everything feels calmer and you can stop spinning for just a moment. I don't expect you to understand it fully, but I hope some if touches you and serves as an inspirational tool just as much as a guidance manual.

What I really desire for