Jounral Stories

Hyper Sigil Work

Disclaimer: not a typical Wattpad story... it's more of an autobiography journal that I will write as things happen in my love life which has been pretty uneventful but I'm sure is relatable to all my other lonely girls. Just the way I cope with loneliness and boy problems. A story of a 16-year-old introvert who wishes she were heather.

I am a wolfdog and lynx located in norway. There's not much to this, other than a peek inside my brain.

This is not a story book. It's a book of my rants, my thoughts, my theories, my short stories, and I may write some poems, though I've gone off that now. I'll keep it light, though some rants will be the result of my exsitential crisis into a downward spiral of insanity, if ur reading dont complain, deal with it dont be a bitch and comment negative shit. If u dont like something leave or ignore it.

Mark is a middle school...yay! Middle school can be hard for any kid but Mark feels like it is harder for him. He's very skinny and often doesn't like to go out in public without a hoodie or sweater on, even if it's hot. All he wants to do is get middle school over with. Updates every: Tuesday and Thursday and whenever I have free time.

Literally just gay. Gay dreams, gay things I see on the street, gay stories. Give credit to the art that's not mine I wish it was but you can find them as notegoraptor on Instagram

I'm treating this as a diary of some sorts. A place to openly and freely express y inner thoughts and feelings , maybe someday I'll reflect upon them. Just in hopes of feeling better mentally, hoping if i write all these restless thoughts that it'll make me a feel less weighted down. Looking for a out to my feelings, maybe this will inspire someone else or help another person overcome any challenges life throws our way. So here's my little documentation of a shitty little life.

I don't even count this as a journal But read if you want

stuff to document

I can't stay up all night and freeze in the middle of my day anymore with these thoughts. For two years I was verbally, mentally, and physically abused and he got away with it. I want to feel like I have a voice, but I'm also very afraid to speak up around my loved ones. Everyone thinks I'm strong for overcoming and leaving but I'm very torn. There are so many flash backs I wish would just stop. When this new guy I like gets too close to me, puts his hand on my thigh, or just rubs my back.. it just makes me so angry. I just want to scream because I feel that pain and anxiety. He's stopped getting so close, but those emotions and thoughts haven't. This is just going to be my online journey. You can read if you want maybe give me insight of some kind. Or just complain about your life with me, vent it out. So you feel better too.

My thoughts on everything and anything. I'll rant, answer questions on stuff, write poems, quote quotes, write random facts, random things, future ideas for books and write about my life and experiences because it's oh so interesting. Welcome to My Randomness! Warning: The mind of Arie maybe a little too much for you as readers. ©aricorns

What has been going on

Mia , 18 . has been writing in a journal for a year . Filling it with her feelings and secrets . She never writes her name in the pages or anything that could reveal who she was . She brings the journal to a thrift store leaving it on a book shelf for anyone to pick up . The person to pick it up is a boy that falls in love with person in the pages but has no clue who she is in real life .

Just here to publish my thought on things through out the day.

Okay... This is your chance... Turn back! Do not read this.... Seriously still reading? Well, you have been warned, so as you enter my journal this is all on you, although I have to give some credit for your bravery. Let's see who actually makes it to the end, shall we? I'm taking bets! All in? Well, if you insist, we better get this show on the road.

At the age of eight Shean lost his family and was adopted by a rich young couple, he has very few things from his family and one is an old stained journal with the back cover stapled onto it.

I could claim this to be a work of fiction but then I would be a liar. I figured that my life has enough drama for a sitcom and enough anguish for a romance novel so why not spare my hand the pain of physically writing it all down.

I'm a beached mermaid. I'll be helping and explaining and other stuff. Here's my story so what's yours? This is all true.