Historias de Hurting

She's the top student. He's her rival in everything. And they can't stand being in the same room. Samara Robinson is tired of being invisible. Tired of the pressure, the comparisons, the "are you okay?" when she's clearly not. Her only escape is a forgotten garden no one knows about... until Jason Smith finds it. Jace is tall, sporty, infuriatingly perfect, and the last person Sam wants to share her silence with. But school hallways, breakdowns, and dreaded family dinners keep throwing them back-to-back. Some cracks you can't hide. Some people you can't avoid. And some breaking points change everything. THE BREAKING POINT

w języku polskim i angielskim

Yet another poetry book but this time I actually know how to write!!

Wie es wohl ist geliebt zu werden, sein zu können wie man wirklich ist und zu wissen dass man nicht alleine ist? Dylan hat bis jetzt noch keine Antwort auf all diese Fragen. Über seine Gefühle kann er mit niemandem reden und auch seine Gedanken sind in seinem Kopf gefangen. Sie ergeben lange Zeit keinen Sinn. Erst als Dylans Welt kurz vor dem Zusammenbruch steht, reicht ihm jemand seine Hand und zieht ihn zurück auf die Beine. Endlich scheint sich alles zum besseren zu Wenden...oder? •>nominiert für den Planet Award 2020 •>TW

This story is inspired from Conan Gray's song 'Heather'. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No responsibility disclaimers limit your liability for damages. Views expressed disclaimers allow you to distance yourself from others' opinions. Investment disclaimers state that you take no responsibility for how others act on your advice. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME.

Feelings and emotions penned down.. Those words which only this diary will know!

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I have been through a bit and I feel like living that through writing of some sort might help me work through that

"If you knew how broken I was, you wouldn't even bother trying to save me. You'd just bury me."

Aiden built an empire out of stories. As CEO and founder of NediA® Pictures, he turns bestselling novels into films the world falls in love with. In the public eye, he is successful and untouchable. In private, he is still haunted by Elia. When a mysterious bestselling author known only as Miss E begins to feel dangerously familiar, the line between fiction and memory starts to blur. Some stories refuse to stay on the page. Some names are not meant to remain hidden. Will Aiden find his way back to Elia? And who is Miss E, really? Miss E: Love Rewritten Book Two of She Chose Herself.

de·pres·sion /dəˈpreSH(ə)n/ feelings of severe despondency and dejection. •state of being sad

- T H E F R I E N D - Was it because you saw my feelings for you? Was it because I was too open with you? Was I too loud? Or too quiet. Did I laugh too much? Or not enough. - I F O N L Y - I act as if I'm okay with it. As if you failing to acknowledging me wasn't anything. But it hurts. It really. Really. Fuckin. hurts. - I T R I E D - The water will slow me down. It'll push me under. Keep me there. I'll sink. I'll drown. And you will carry on. Never noticing my absence. - C A T C H M E - I'm falling. Waiting for you to catch me. For anyone to catch me, and pull me back on to my feet. To snap me out of this. Because I have fallen for you. - A U T H O R S W O R D S - To cut it short, 'The ramblings of a teenage girl' is a book of words that have come straight from the heart of a self conscious and socially awkward, teenage girl who is head over heels for her boy friend. Read the diary of a girl who only has the courage to express her feelings for her crush in a book, but be warned, this girls diary is let's just say either very 'Imaginative' 'Descriptive' Or just plain 'depressing' Read at your own risk.

Spoken word

A short story of sadness.

Mostly just my thoughts or whatever you want to call it. *TRIGGER WARNING* I don't support self harm in any way possible... I actually just have mixed feelings about it and struggle through it. ALSO, I don't support suicide and I don't want any of you loves to have to deal with these things that go on in my head 24/7. Thanks.

This book is about a the struggles women face during life and just the overall weight and impact that the world has on women

We found each other. We talked to each other. We stayed up all night. We grew closer to each other. We fell in love with each other. All of these things happened because of one thing, The Bench.

A story following the dark world of delinquent girl, lara, who meets hurting Felix, as they are brutally forced together but gradually adapt to one another and realize that they have more in common than they thought. Read as they untangle each other's wounds, and sparks fly as they help one another into the light. *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* 'The once unbearable figure that stood before me seemed to be proving more friend than foe.' I thought. "Sit Lara, I think you're hurt", Malik urged. I obliged, then immediately felt a striking pain coming from my knee, I was hurt. He awkwardly stood there staring at me. Wasn't he gonna help, I mean the first aid was in his hands. After a few more seconds of staring at each other, realization dawned upon me, I had to strip my jeans for him to get to my wound. I cursed for two reasons, for the blood that rushed up to my cheeks, and for the situation I was unwillingly in. I stood up and undid my zipper, I tried to do everything as calmly as I could. I started to pull my pants down but the lower I went the more it painfully affected my knee, which affected me, harshly. Curse you skinny jeans! Malik picked up on my pain and moved to assist me, he put his hands on mine and took them off the material putting them by my sides, he then carefully started pulling them down for me. I tried not to shiver but bit my lip when his fingers brushed my thighs, a place I didn't realize I really wanted them. Once the jeans were finally off me, and I was left in my panties, I sat back down. He squatted so his face was in front of my legs, quite an exhilarating feeling I felt I tell ya.

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