Истории Lonelieness

based on a true story, Her only friend betrayed her trust. She left alone and worthless. No longer able to go on, she attempts to end her life. Read about the events leading up to the attempt, the attempt it self, and life after

(THIS IS A FRERARD) I walked through the door, angrily slamming it behind me. I huffed and slung my bag off of my shoulder and onto the nearby couch. I plopped down, the couch sinking in with the added weight. I straightened my tie and fixed my coat, readying myself for the bombardment of questions that was sure to come soon. Questions like 'How was school?' and 'Anything new?' would soon fill my head, allowing me to rant out to my parents about the days events. This was an every day thing now, I would come home, sit down on the couch, and then my parents would come down and see what had happened throughout the day. I pushed my hair to the side of my face, waiting for the familiar click-clack of my mothers flats as she would come through the kitchen. I waited patiently for that sound, but frankly it never came. Memories flooded my head. That night two years ago, the car, the horn, the screeching of metal on metal high pitched enough to make your skin want to crawl right off. Tears sprung to my eyes as I pictured my mother, dancing into the hallway with fresh snacks in her hands. The ones that always made my mouth water just with a simple sniff of the air. I missed that. I missed her delicate hands as they would guide me through the kneading of dough for homemade bread. Her high pitched laugh, her sweet smelling perfume, her hair that fell oh so gently over her shoulders, her always brightly painted fingernails, the pearl necklace she used to wear every time we would go out to dinner. It's been two years, but I haven't forgotten. I always expect to come home and have them waiting for me. I guess I never really got used to them being gone. I've never felt this alone before. I've never felt so... forgotten... ...I just want her back. I want my life back...

this is a true story names stayed the same the girl who wrote this note is still alive she has tried to kill herself and she has written this note but there was always her friends that popped on her before she got to far

I poem about feeling like and outsider

Basil is alone and ignored in the world. Think it's bad because you're the last one picked? He's never picked at all. But one person cares. One person knows he exists, and cares. The one person who always let him know he existed, let him know.... That he mattered. But now things have gone to hell. Everything is falling apart for Basil Longstrum, and it seems like it's him against the world.

I would like to start off by saying that the narrator and protagonist of our story is gender neutral. This narrative will be about the overwhelming thought of being forgotten. You are a part of this story. Don't try to remember; you can't. Don't search your year books; you won't find them. Don't forget. This story is inspired by my own mind. I always fear the day where my friends and I will be separated for college because I worry that they will forget me. I don't want to disappear. To anyone who knows me personally and reads this story: As of September twenty-one, I am struggling between two extremes. One of them, the out-going young girl you see; the other is an insecure persona, full of doubt and sorrow. Don't worry about me.

WAITING is a sign of true love

poet about the night

"P-please don't kill me!" I cried, closing my eyes and waiting for the pain of his teeth, sinking into my skin. Candice is a normal eighteen year old girl, she likes to party, cares about her family and likes independence. But one night her life is changed forever, she gets kidnapped by an evil vampire who turns out to be her soulmate. Should Candice give up her life as a normal, human for the evil vampire who tries to do good but can't ever get it right? Or is being a human in a world full of vampires, witches, werewolves and every other supernatural creature under the sun too dangerous for a human girl?

A collection of poems.

This story is real...it's my life and i want to share it to thise who love love and to those who ache for it...(sorry for my English but i wouldn't change any word what i've wright coz they mean to much for me...)•thanx• ^..^

A collage of short pieces.

Your a lonely wolf with no fellow wolf in your pack you are the female/male alpha and in a cave on your own

I thought I was a normal kid when I was young. I played outside, had a few friends, went to school like everybody else. This all changed when I was about six years old. I was labeled, medicated, and then institutionalized by the time I was nine years old. This was about the time my identity and sense of reality started to be peeled away from me, layer by layer. My emotions were dictated by pills and so was my sense of reality. I became depersonalized and my reality started to become a guessing game.....this is a story about how a broken brain can make a person question their own identity and the realism of reality.

The Moon Lady wants her starman. Her Regulus (heart of the Lion) was no where to be seen. Her brightest star (Sirius) was no where. She was alone in the cosmos. Highest rankings: 1# Moonlady 1# Loneliness

"Cigarette.Just one you said.It makes you feel better right? Cause you choose this kind of bad in your life. You are the one doing this to yourself......"

Julia finds her hatred for Jacob coming to an end. She doesn't want to be enemies anymore, she wants to be a couple. When popular girl Joelle gets in the way, Julia is forced to keep her feelings hidden from everyone, including her best friends. Will she ever find her way into Jacob's heart?

A series of small poetry based on memories. Most of them are about a girl who played an important part in my life. Special thanks to my dear Nooña Rhea for correction and killing errors.

Just the random crap that I pretend has some significance or symbolism. It's 90% complete garbage though. It's from a journal that I kept, and at least part of it is the story of how I broke someone's heart (the rest is just poetry in itself). If you want to hear her side of that story, read Poetry by toriautumn13. If you're wondering, I'm simply referred to as 'her'.