Gooddays Історій

"What makes certain individuals tough?" "Their tendencies of bluffing that the world around doesn't faze them, when it clearly does." - Hwan Ezra Wadsworth was a man of few words. He strongly believed that in order to be somewhere, it was necessary to take chances and risks which sadly, in his extremely complicated case, involved the people he loved. Growing up to be a person he never imagined himself to ever even want to be associated with, he grew tired of the restrained relations with people which he honestly knew, didn't matter to him in any form, unlike the people he had long gone, surrounded himself with. Long-forgotten memories with a fresh breath of air while the people who sang their hearts out, bobbing to the tunes of his once favorite singer, was the only reassurance he imagined himself to fall in love with that fateful night. That fateful night when his intoxicated mind allowed him to rest against his head against her shoulder to test a bold theory that would plague his mind followed by a few sleepless nights. - Plague his heart until he'd recollect all of who he was when he loved the world around as colorfully and apologetically as she did.

I will talk about my day /my crazy life ❤️

Negative thoughts get you no where. I know. I hope these thoughts make your day better and give you a smile. Be happy, you're wonderful. :)

If you don't have bad days, you won't know good days.

The war that happens around a innocent boy who grows up to be a a American man

Damaged Love

This is a lengthy collection of poems and short stories, I am tring to write as much as possible. I have a lot on my mind.

A lot of times I've wished for a book like this. There aren't really any that I've come across. Here's the hug

bored af

I like to write random bits of poetry when I've had really bad, or really good days. Please do not steal anything that is written here. I took the time and effort to do all of this. (If i post a random poem that i like, i will give the author credit.)

My name is Zero, I am a FtM transgender person, I am 13 (young right?), and this is my story. It's short, I know. I know that I'm young and some people think it's just a "phase", it could be. But that's my business. Anyway, I'm starting this so I can rant and get things off my chest. I may be talking about suicide or depression because I only sometimes experience those things. I will not disclose my birth name but nice try. :3 So, with out further adieu, my story. ((Updates absolutely never, I've got other things. -3-))

Guys and gals of Wattpad, if you ever have your off days or just wanna talk in general or wanna discuss things that shouldn't be talked about at dinner (money, politics, and religion) or if you ever need comforting, here ya go. Please note that if you do bully people here, you get 3 warnings before you're not allowed back for bullying people.

These are all stories that I am told by older men at the bar, in church, or just a simple "hey how are you." Enjoy their stories as I tell them to you.

This is basically a sum up of the experience I have had with the Internet so far, I have met some amazing people on the Internet but there have been bad times, here in this book I explain it all.

Just sam back**odi

Highest Rank ~ #94 in Romance. This is the story of a twenty five year old Punjabi boy, Aditya, who had a profound passion for painting. Does the fate paint his love life in pink or is it a bleak canvas? Read the story and find out.

It's originally by me . No collaboration nothing . It's a story of a girl who tries her hardest to be normal and like every other person but she fails miserably . Then some miracle changes her life and she realises she's better being herself . Coz - " Being yourself is never a sin ." -please do read this story as I post . Love , A

Human touch. We need that touch almost as much as we need air to breath. But I never understood the importance of touch; until I couldn't haven't anymore. And if this is all we get then let's take it. Let me live like never before, before I go. And to be honest, I got tired. Of living without really living. But I promise I'm not going too far. I'll always be near but just out of reach. Before I go.