Lows Stories

Keeping a journal for English class over quarantine. might have some fucked up shit in here, like post-traumatic stress and anxiety/depression and bipolar disorder (diagnosed) Not to bum you out :,(

a collection of poems about wanting to end it.

poem?

Life can sometimes be hard and challenging, but I would love to show you another brighter side that we often forget about this life. This is more of me spilling whatever comes through my mind and heart on a page, talking about my perspectives, experiences, feelings, self-love, mental health, etc... Hoping it may help anyone of you. It would be an honor for me to share pieces of my soul and put them into words that would eventually make someone feel better.

"Innkeeper! Innkeeper I need a room!" Yelled the elderly man in the faded jeans with his red shirt tucked in and held in place with a brown warped belt. "Innkeeper!" He said once again. I poke my head up and above the coffee machines and wave him over. Thalia McCabe is stuck in a rut of going to class, taking boring notes, coming to work and passing out with her perfectly lovable pit bull Emily. She loves her job, her loyal customers like Ron, and getting her degree in Creative writing but something is missing. I know it sounds cliche to say love, but that is one thing she will drop everything and run away from. So given the choice will she do anything to stay afloat or will she jump into a whole new territory? We shall see...

a small collection of poetry until i get it together🌚

When the moon surrenders, you'll see.

Main prompt 6. Your job is to track down vigilantes and infiltrate their groups, with the aim of gathering information and turning them into the authorities. You're successful at your job, until one day, a group of vigilantes changes everything. ★ Agent 24 lives in thirst for justice. She wants the people who hurt her to suffer. Every passing day, she chooses to hide her pain beneath her mask. Her untold story always to be kept hidden. Craving vengeance for that lachrymose night, she fights her way up to become one of the most successful and strong agent. Never truly getting what she wants, she lives in the hope to meet her destroyers one day. Is it truly justice or is it revenge? However, soon she finds herself falling into depths of darkness. Unable to remember her past, except for her name. Her path ahead is not easy but neither is anything. She longs to be loved and to love. Starting with herself. Living not for justice or revenge but for herself. ★ Open Novella Contest Entry ★ Copyright© 2021 tisajobbin

Sometimes it just amazes me what an unpredictable, twisty-turny roller coaster life is and why I marvel at the fact people commit suicide- they could kill themselves but the day after their death they could've met the love of their life or won the lottery- we'll never know (and neither will they). Obviously there's a lot more to being suicidal but what I'm trying to say is life has the capacity to throw you more than a curve ball. I'm so guilty of always having to be doing something, and forget to just be sometimes, and I think the same is true for most people who lead active, full and busy lives. But sometimes we need to take a step back and reflect on the bigger picture, away from all life's crazy chaos.

Just a daily thought process for me

She didn't see it coming It took over with a vengeance She never recovered And is still broken This story will be displaying sensitive content to some viewers such as a being in an episode but the reality of it too. That, sadly not this girl, will ever fully come back from.

This is just something I thought would be... not exactly fun but helpful to developing and understanding myself. I also hope it can somehow improve my writing skill. If you don't care about the boring life of some person don't read it. Also probably don't read it if you get triggered easily. Its what it says in the title a journal something to hold my thoughts and feelings, things that are known to offend others.

some of my poetry :)

I put all my poems here.

A man and a bar tender have a conversation. Every two lines the speaker switches.it starts with the man.

Just another sappy poem.

A poem of how I'm feeling right now in this exact moment and how I've been feeling

The highs and lows of being a teenager. One month of stress can pull you out of reality and into another dimension filled with responsibility and hard work. Join me or not, I'm going to put this up.