histórias de Lifesabitch

Jessica Shirley is born different. Or at least that's what she thinks. From being no one to being the spotlight? What if the schools quarterback share's with her a secret. A part of him that only the trusted one's should know? Will Jessica be able to keep the secret or become a part of it? #one sided love. Two people yearning for love? but why does life always bring them together?

This is a true story This is my story

NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH HOW TO GET AWAY WITH A MURDER MOVIE!! If you love to watch/read good murder stories then this is for you because this is my story! FOR MURDERS ONLY!!! good luck... you will need it

When everything gets to much you start to drown , and no one hears you scream.

A man against fate, knees, and Koalas.

Even though you need a line and a hook to catch fish, what's the use of fishing if you lack the bait to lure them in? Life works the same way, only this time, you are the fish. If you do not grab onto the fresh bait, and keep looking for the same crumbs of bread that tasted good good yesterday, but is horrible today, and awful tomorrow, how do you expect your life to be successful? You have to learn to adapt and grow out of your weakness and learn to tell which line holds the golden moment for your future, for they are as rare as the polished pearls that wash up on shore. Keep holding on, and don't give up, or you will miss the opportunity to see the beauty that lurks above the surface of your drowning ocean. This is just a book of short pieces that randomly come to mind whenever I have short bursts of inspiration. They may be short or sometimes long, but I hope you enjoy them nonetheless, and I'll leave the decision of whether or not these piece are good up to you, my loyal readers. I hope you have a better day than I do!

Read it if you want.

"come sit in my lap" "umm sorry I might be gay, but I'm not that gay"

poetry by a person who's afraid of words This is my first original poem book. I've written this all from the heart and us really proud of it (so far).Every other day, a new poem (or two) will be added explaining about daily struggles, emotions, feelings, thoughts and world problems. I hope you like this book as much as I do! Happy reading.

This one is again, about Chandler. In this story he gives more background about his room and how it ties into his life.

ok so i decided to make a diary of sorts documenting my gayness

There was a group of three pre-teenage girls, Halia, Morgan and Addie. Everything was fine in the beginning but when drama started occurring, everything went downhill from there. Let's just say someone sent things, did things and said things which made matters worse. They are now known as the fake friend and the shade throwers. (Based on real events) DISCLAIMER- I'm not using the real names of the people because of many reasons.

You might be thinking why would a girl put her diary on the internet? It is a diary after all right? Well, to answer your question, I just need something to express myself. I bottle my feelings up for more years I could count and if I don't do something about it I might go crazy. I decided to post it on the internet because it's way easier than writing and I just need to share my story because writing it for myself isn't enough to keep me from going crazy. One perk about it is that I'm completely anonymous, maybe not completely. A tech wiz or whatever you call it could do some black magic or voodoo shit and figure it out, but I doubt anyone would pay that much attention to me. First off, this is a legit thing, it's how I'm feeling, and my life.

iDK I'm just really bord

what was meant to be a peaceful, sentimental and memorable trip back to their homestead in Kwa-Zulu-Natal soon becomes Zanele's worst nightmare ,but what's different with this nightmare is that its actually just reality waiting for her to wake up and smell the coffee. What will she do? Give up and succumb to the reality shes faced with or

When A Simple Night Gets Twisted All Up And Goes Soooooooooooo Wrong !!!

Hi. My name is Joey, I am just a 15 year old boy trying to grow up the in harsh world called my life. Living with my homo/transphobic father, all I can dream is to move out and live the life I wanna live.

Life sucks. It's a bee that's always buzzing around with a stinger that's always ready to strike. It's more complex than programming a computer without a manual. Sometimes it's as beautiful as a sunset, but most times it's uglier than a naked mole rat. ~~~ This is a poetry collection of poetry I have written over the years. It's poems are not totally connected, although many of them follow along with similar themes and meanings. Please, give it a chance and, when reading, be open and understanding. I am not a perfect poet and I'd love helpful criticism.

A story about a girl who's family different is compared to a "normal" family. Way more different.