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No One Sees When You Lose When Youre Playing Solitaire # - cover made by fruituristic

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Hi, I'm iddhi - but in this space, I'm just a girl who writes what she couldn't say out loud. I write about heartbreak, soft love, messy boys, best friends, betrayal, and healing in silence. Some of these stories are mine. Some are what I wish I'd said. Some are fiction - but all of them feel real. I believe in writing with emotion, crying in private, and falling in love with fictional people who make you forget your ex. 💌 welcome to my universe - the iddhiverse. 📝 Genre: poetic heartbreak, slow-burn romance, soft girl diaries 📍 Vibe: emotional, sometimes chaotic, always real 🎀 Status: still healing. still writing

Possibly advice for anyone who may need it, the story of who I am. No chapters, just stories. You should give it a shot, it may help. :)

Dear Reader, 9/29/30 If everyone was a non-human being, I would be a river. Rivers can change just as fast as my life did a few years ago. Sometimes you are floating along with the breeze, next you'll be tumbling over the roaring rapids. Sometimes I'll be going down a waterfall only to be met with a bottom of spiky rocks. Other rivers may cross paths with me, but eventually they'll be gone again. Nothing ever stays the same. Things will change for the better, but by that time they'll have changed for the worse. When I'm finally happy, things will go down hill again. Everything will be thrown overboard and I'll be left with my tears on the tabletop and a lonely, heavy heart. Love, Writer Eloise Brooks isn't the kind of girl you would expect to write in a diary. But should you even call it that? Maybe she would prefer not. No one knows of her writings and she hopes no one ever will, but when she leaves the journal at a table in a local bar, what else would she be obliged to expect? When Harry finds the journal while visiting a friend, he almost wishes he never did. After reading touching passages, he finds himself searching for the mysterious writer as Eloise searches for the mysterious reader.

Through surges of paranoia, Henry Senth spent his time awaiting his letters, needing them to tell him what to do, how to act and how to feel. The first one was weird, but then they started to get too specific for his liking... But now it's too late for him to back out.

Still in writing still working in the cover

A hard year, starts now. One entry per week. Names are changed, but other than that it's pretty much acurate. People often say that fiction is just the byproduct of daily life, beefed up and mashed together, like a literary stew. I hope this one is entertaining.

Dear reader, I wish to get to know you. I may be just words on a page, and you may not be interested, but please. I am so very lonely here. There is no one else to talk to but you. Would you care to sit down and enjoy my company?

There's a lot more to life than what people lead on. This is my story. Come along for the journey. trigger warning: contains mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts. Do not read if you are sensitive to that content.

(Y/n) is the light of everyone's lives except for her own. She doesn't want to put this on someone who thinks she's just the ray of sunshine she puts on herself everyday, so she gets a diary. She puts all of her thoughts, good or bad, in that diary. It's her little secret happy place. That book is her life and she wants to keep it to herself. She wouldn't know what to do if someone found it... she couldn't handle it. She wants to stay the happy (y/n) for everyone and keep her true self locked away in that diary. True (y/n) will never come out and never be seen... right? Warnings⚠️: suicide and self deprecating talk. If you are sensitive to sad topics I wouldn't really recommend reading this story. All characters except for (y/n) and the plot belong to Kohei Horikoshi.

A collection of stuff I wrote about love and other things. Happy reading!! much love, Amarynthe L.

a note from an author to their reader. Any comments or critiques are appreciated!

A "book" on my thoughts about the world I'm living through and how I portray and deal with it. It's not that intriguing, but I wouldn't feel bad if you were to just pass this.

I am a blank sheet, surrounded by people, but yet, completely alone.