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I'm not a good writer

❛ cherophobia ❜ ^ fear of being happy

RYXEL AND ZAILA's Story.

Kung mahal mo sya ipaglaban mo kahit anong mangyari.

Anonymous Diary. Read it. Think about it. Write Comments. Whatever...

This shouldn't be redacted. DO NOT CONTINUE READING.

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For those LGBTQ's out there

• Not done yet xd •

Welcome, welcome, welcome!!! You want to show off your skills, huh??? Well, you've come to the right place!!! Test your talents by joining in on these contests!! Please read the rules on the first chapter(s) ♡

ミ★𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 Criticism over the books/stories you submit! Just tag me on your story and I'll dedicate a chapter lmfao (I'll hide your name if wanted) Doesn't matter if it's smut, fluff, angst, fanfiction, fantasy or whatever, just tag me and I'll do the best I can to critique it.

So yeah, hi, I'm pretty sure J inspired me to do this weeks back but I finally jumped to the challenge.

My discord server

(english translation for 'Gedanken und Vorurteile' idea from @catholicat) Sometimes my thoughts are loud The voice in my head screams Then I feel like I'm drowning. I hate feelings I hate drowning Whenever I drink something I feel full. I hate abundance. You could tell I hate a lot But what am I supposed to like? Myself? That I don't laugh

Flash Fiction (100 words) based on the picture

I don't need a description either, I really just don't care Needless to say, don't click in.

Dieses Buch ist keines mit einer fortlaufenden Geschichte. Ich werde hier "Briefe" schreiben. Briefe ohne Absender, ohne Adressat. Damit ihr einen kleinen Eindruck habt worum es vermutlich hauptsächlich gehen wird :) "Dein Blick sprach Bände, voller Wut, voller Hass. Du blicktest mich an und sagtest einfach nur "Sei endlich leise, dann ist alles besser" Damit war die Sache für dich gegessen, doch ich saß da voller Trauer, voller Lust. Keine Lust wie es die meisten meines Alters verspüren. Ich rede von der Lust sterben zu wollen. Sterben zu wollen bedeutet nicht, sich das Leben zu nehmen. Jedoch schweift jeder meiner Gedanken am Ende des Tages auf den Wunsch zurück über Nacht zu sterben."

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