Lowself-esteem Stories

"Being a Beta is good... but being an Alpha is more." That's what I've been told my whole life. Since I was little, I've been taught that Beta means less, less power, less respect, fewer opportunities. Maybe that's why my father never accepted who I am. And now, because of his ambition... I'm ending up in a place I should never be. An academy for Alphas only. My name is Idris Walden. And I'm just a Beta who has to pretend to be an Alpha... in an academy full of Werewolves ready to tear me apart if they find out the truth.. #1-lowself... 18/03/2026 #45-pack 13/03/2026 #3-AlphaxBeta 19/04/2026 #1-AlphaxBeta 22/04/2026

Amara Okoye. Quiet. Shy. Afraid of human interactions. Invisible. It's what she writes about most. The silence. The loneliness. The cold that exists where people should have been. She's grown used to it-learned how to live in it. Until she meets them. People just like her. People who understand the silence rather than judge it. Who make it feel less like something to endure... and more like something to belong to. For the first time, she fits. Among her own group of misfits-their own unique court. But everything begins to shift when she meets a girl who refuses to look past her like the rest-who sees her in ways she has never allowed herself to be see. Who tells her of a different future than the one she has accepted. And slowly, painfully, Amara begins to question the truth she's always written down, always believed: Was she really born to be unimportant and trampled upon? Or... was it something she had chosen?

It has been said time and time again, that those without important names, or any form of connection to boast of, have always been trampled on by the rich and powerful. It has been said by so many people, rich people, famous people, influential people and powerful people, that the poor and weak are meant to be trampled on, what's their crime? They were born poor and powerless, with no name, no connection, nothing. Unfortunately for Scarlett, that was the kind of life she was born into. A life of struggle, suffering, weakness and abject poverty, with no power, no fame and no one on her side. Losing both parent at a very young age, being born as a servant to a very wealthy and powerful family, she had the best life any servant could wish for, but all that changed when she catches the eye of someone who never should have noticed her presence in this world or the next. And that was where her troubles started, from one hardship to another. Life dealt her blow after blow, but being a fighter that she is, she kept getting back up, but what happens when life deals her a blow that she can neither recover from, or cover up? "I wish I could go back in time to the day we met, I would have slit my own wrist and save myself the heartache and torment I had to go through because of you" I croaked out to him, and I heard him take in a shaky breath, his lips parting in the middle as he stared at me. Dark, soulless eyes, staring right back at my almost blood red, scarlet eyes. I was no longer staring into the eyes of the man I once loved with my all, I was staring into the eyes of the man that hurt me more than anyone I ever met hurt me, the monster that broke me beyond repair "You don't mean that" he rasped out, his voice thick and hoarse, a clear contrast to the emotions on his face I sighed out heavily, pushing back the gush of tears threatening to spill from me "I do, with everything inside of me" I rushed out, watching him find it hard to breath, and it made me feel ok.

"This diary...it's YOURS?!" I looked at the girl in front of me. Silky blonde hair tied up in a sleek ponytail, school uniform perfectly ironed, spotless white tennis shoes. I stared back at her face, shocked but with her trademark haughty frown. It was hard to believe that SHE of all people held that tear-stained diary... *** Aston and Jennifer have been gunning for valedictorian since they arrived at Riverside High School. Aston's the quiet kid who no one cares about unless it's exam time. Jennifer's the queen bee who has it all together - she just needs her grades. They were practically destined to be rivals, right? So when Aston accidentally mixes up his chem notebook for Jennifer's top-secret diary and gets to reading, he's...shocked by what he learns. Not only does he realize that Jennifer's life isn't as picture perfect as he thought, but also that...maybe they have a lot in common, actually? And then everything falls apart. Secrets come out. Second-guesses are made. Betrayals ensue. And at the end of it...Can Aston and Jennifer move past the secrets and become more? Kudos to @yutoadachi for the story idea!

Luca's second year at school was not as he had anticipated at all. And things go from bad to worse. Feeling unsafe, Luca convinces his parents to send him to the deep, where he can be alone in his head space and out of sight from judging eyes How can he ever overcome his depleting self esteem alone? Basically gonna be angst, but also good times and getting hurt. ^^ Disclaimer: I HAVE NO IDEA HOW DIFFERENT SCHOOLS WERE LIKE IN THE 1950-60s. Perhaps I should've done a bit more research (i DID ask my dad about his school life tho so maybe that helps), but this is my first fanfic ever(that doesn't involve being homework) so I don't really wanna over do it I just fail to think school would be such an accepting place for Luca, speaking from my experiences. I mean the first year, sure, but the other years? Kids are assholes, schools don't do shit and we know it. Also I was gonna post this on AO3. But I can't yet so imma post this here too, haven't used wattpad since middle school, so idk what I'm doing. (update, posted on AO3!) Cover art by me ^^

He, Kim Taehyung, the bewitching, solemn soul, wishes upon falling stars, because he wants to believe. . . that somewhere out there. . .the universe might have just a little bit magic and happiness left for him. He, Jeon Jungkook, the forever happy, delightful soul, wishes to see a shooting star. . .star of love in the night sky for he believed that. . .the night sky is black with zillions of little twinkly stars and if you're patient, you just might see the shooting star of your life. So they both will wait and. . .Keep Counting Stars of Love.

this is in no way a Fanfiction or what you would expect. it's a one shot about anxiety, social anxiety and low Selfie esteem. it just has familiar names. it's not a cute BTS shipping story or something in that way, in fact it has nothing to do with BTS but names, because I feel like these names bring a lot of comfort to people, including me. So have fun- I guess Including: -- Social-+Anxiety Low self esteem Depression Lack of confidence -- Update:/ Status: finished Every rights, including Cover and story is owned by @L2xylif3

Art. Short Writings. Crap like that. I just want to get stuff out there.

Aubree is a teenage girl from America (originally from mullingar ireland but you'll find that out in the book), who self harms. Always bullied, was abused since she was very young by her alcoholic father, who left when she was young. Then she was being abused by her boyfriend. Anyways she moves to London, and goes to high school there. She gets bullied even more once she gets there, her friend turns on her, her new bestfriend is never there. What happens when she meets a beautiful blue eyed blonde Irish boy, who she was bestfriends with since birth, but got into an accident and forgot about him and her Irish/British accent and heritage? Find out on Battle Scars!

A girl trapped in a scary, unfamiliar place with supernatural happenings where she doesn't even know what's real and what's not.

A story about a girl who wishes to be set free from her darkness.

That wasn't how you treated them, so.. Why? Why do you treat me like this? I don't get it-is it because.. I belong to the lowest class? Is it because.. My capabilities aren't as much as them? Because, I'm weak? Aien, please return your answers! I want to know the truth, because, if I was you, too, I'd break and play with my heart, look at yourself, Aien, you're strong, you belong to the highest class, and me? I'm the worst mage! I can't even cast a spell correctly, if you're doing this because your friends told you to do so, let's separate, let's pretend nothing ever happened to us.

This is the new story I have been working on and the first chapter should be up soon. Mature for triggers. Adam is a regular native american boy in an adopted home in sunny normal California. He is tall and smart, but also lonely and has some mental problems. His story ends in tragic affairs.

A teenage girl who moves to Florida and she lives with her aunt as her next door neighbor has a crush on her until that day when his mum invites to diner.As she suffers from depression,anxiety and bipolar disorder but no-one in her new school knows. Read to find out more

Camilla Evans is a typical teenager that has decent personalities and faithful relationships but she has low self esteem and her friends,family and everything else hat surrounds her doesn't help. That is until she finds a homeless guy an the street that completely changes her life. He shows her a weapon that changes both of their lives and takes them on a journey that they might never return from!!!! Heyy guys i kinda wrote stories but i stopped in the middle but i promise i will write this at least 3 times a week. please don't forget to vote and i will do dedication for my greatest fans!!! Have fun every body!!!!! (including casper) ~swagghamdi~

-lowercase intended- This is a collection of my poetry! I'll be updating a lot. I hope you enjoy!

Juliet's going though a lot

Lola held secrets. Deep secrets. She always felt alone inside, like she was nothing. She had friends, but she always felt alone. She felt like she was too fat and short for anyone, like she wasn't worth it. Alpha Green doesn't want a mate. He promised himself, when he was young, that the moment he mate his mate, he reject her. But when he finds her in a hospital bed things don't go exactly as planned.

She was raised to be quiet - to take up less space, less attention, less breath. She learned young that love could sound like criticism, and that survival could look like smiling through loneliness. College didn't free her. Instead, it magnified everything she had tried to bury: the fear of friendships, the shame about her body, the exhaustion of pretending she was fine. But somewhere between the memories that hurt and the dreams that feel too bright to touch, something shifts. Not hope. Not healing. Just the beginning - a small, stubborn breath that says she doesn't have to disappear to exist. A story about growing up invisible, breaking in silence, and learning - painfully, slowly - to take up space again. CW: Themes of Loneliness, Emotional Neglect, and Mental Health Struggles. No Graphic Content.

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