Losingmymind Stories

I am strength, I am home-but meeting him changed everything. I AM... is a bittersweet journey through longing, loss, and unspoken love.

Help me..Fransisco turned into a chair. !!TW!!: blood, fights, pills, alcohol, if theres more let us know

i know i said i didnt like making igs fics but yall have no right to be dissappointed by my shitass promises so have a crackfic yall also dont get a good cover im going to go kiss men now

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" happiness is not by chance but by choice" The only quotes he can never relate. Never. The shattered glass from the whiskey bottle flying before hitting the ground, and make a sound But all he could hear is the cry of his mom begging that person to stop hitting them. He stop feel the pain, too numb already His mom cried harder before been hit to the ground He wants to scream, to shout for help... But he couldn't. Not when his throat already throbbing from the choked earlier. Now he can't speak, can't feel and can't even try to help Once, the one that hitting them or... So-called ' father ' stops and black out on the couch. He rushed his mom only to find her breathing shallows... Then Stop. Forever.

A story about a group of friends experience there past trauma , fear , sins etc.

Evelyn Cross, 26, has never felt alone-not truly. Even in her quiet apartment, even with the doors locked, even when the lights are off, she feels it. The gaze. The thing that waits behind her mirror. Watching. Since childhood, Evelyn has suffered recurring nightmares: she's running barefoot through an endless town of broken houses and hollow-eyed mannequins. Something always chases her. No matter how fast she runs, she never escapes. She never sees its face-only the feeling that it knows her better than anyone else ever has. After her estranged father's sudden disappearance, Evelyn is called to Greywick, an abandoned town he was obsessed with investigating before he vanished. The town was evacuated decades ago after a fire gutted most of it-but there are no records of survivors, no one who remembers the evacuation. It was as if Greywick simply... stopped existing. Determined to understand what happened to her father-and maybe herself-Evelyn returns to Greywick with only a recorder, a flashlight, and her fading sanity. But Greywick remembers her.

Freya wakes up in an empty building. Every door she opens leads to another memory. Fragments of her past flash before her eyes. Each room pulls her deeper into her thoughts. But something feels off. The building isn't just empty. It's alive. It watches her. Freya begins to question her sanity. Is she dreaming? Or is this a twisted reality? She finds clues, left behind-notes and drawings. They hint at a hidden truth. As she unravels her memories, the line between reality and dream blurs. Who is she really? What happened to her? The answers lie within the building. TW: This story contains themes of trauma, dissociation, psychological distress, and implied self-harming behaviour. Reader discretion is advised.

"Some paintings aren't meant to be finished. Some memories aren't meant to be remembered." Alex Weaver is a quiet artist, or perhaps a baker, or a soldier, who's been unraveling since the tragic death of his closest friend, Luke Rodriguez. He paints to remember. He bakes to forget. But the faces on his canvases always come out the same: blurred, screaming, and disturbingly familiar. When he discovers a journal entry dated February 31st, 1968, Alex begins to question not just his memories, but his entire existence. Whispers from under the floorboards, reflections that don't match, and dreams of war he never fought in begin to tear apart the fragile line between reality and hallucination. As his world decays around him, Alex must confront the truth he's spent years painting over: Who was Luke? What really happened the night he died? And... is Alex the narrator of this story, or just a creation within someone else's final masterpiece? A chilling descent into guilt, identity, and the horrors of the human mind, "The Last Portrait" is a psychological thriller where the narrator isn't just unreliable... He may not exist at all.

Animal crossing fanfic ig

in a desperation to save Mikey's life, Master Splinter does something to him and now he's different. the other turtles don't know what he did but what they do know is that Mikey isn't responding to them. I WROTE THIS FOR FUN! PLEZ DON'T ATTACK ME! WARNING ⚠️: CRINGE???💀🔫 WEIRD ASS SHIT👉🦓 SWEARING 🔥

A poem made by me, hope you enjoy.

this series is based on the uncertainty of a lost soul.

A collection of poems about the seasons of life. A poem about the seasons my heart gone through. A poem about the feelings you left in me. A poem about the goodbyes I could never say. A poem about feelings the tongue couldn't say. About all the feelings you left in me In every season ever since you crossed my life. About how you changed the seasons in my heart. About how a person grow out of pain. All these poems talk about a specific time of my life and tell a story about my journey. About a friend, neighbor and a stranger crossed the same path as me.

It's rare to find heroes and villains together, and most importantly, they do not mix, but what happens if they do? Especially when almost every single one of them is connected to one place.

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its all in the title

She lost control...

"Love is the only substance where you could get so high and low, both at the same time, so deeply but deadly." Ifever someone had told me that love could shatter your heart into so many different pieces where some pieces could not even be identified - I would still not find a way on how not to love someone so deeply. I still remember that first day receiving that call of losing you. Felt as if my body was floating in this great vastness of emptiness. As if the gravity of pull and push had finally reached to an equilibrium level where being lost in the middle seems the only viable option at that very moment.

it is an Indian love story about Rohan and Sanaa and how they both fell in love with each other and on her birthday he proposed to her to get married. things were going all fine, but when happiness comes down, there is always blood. Losing his love of his life, he went total physco he couldn't stay still he was all ready to torture her murderers and make their lives a living hell