histórias de Makemehappy

My dad swore that he wouldn't have the time to make a different Valentines Day card every year or that he would forget. So he hand-wrote seventy cards, and tucked them in a drawer and told us every year just to pull out the one with the right date. My dad died last year while coming home from work. His body was never found. We held a funeral anyways. I cried. This would be the first Valentines Day without him. When I got home, I was sad. So, since it was the day, I went and got a card. I didn't care what my mother said. I ran up to my room and plopped on my bed. I opened the envelope, the letter slipping out easily. The first sentence of the letter wasn't as easy to read. Almost impossible to believe he had written it. I wouldn't have believed it if it didn't have his unmistakeable signature at the bottom. "How is life without me?" It read.

This is practically words that express what i feel and stuff...i didn't putted my name in there for a reason

"I think I like you" "Okay" "Probably shouldn't have told you that" "Correct"

"Which Way Is Up?: An Athiest's guide to Depression" is a collection of positive ideas that don't rely on miracles for authenticity. This book's sole purpose is to be a 'how to guide' on defeating depression.

That moment when you know someone is perfect for you. That was what Ash was experiencing right now.

*this is the 2nd book in the series. the first book is called 'Stand by me (stiam fanfic)' so I suggest you read that one before this one just saying* Grief is the only cure. At least, that's what Stiles believes in. Liam's gone, Mason's captured, and Stiles thinks it's his fault. Now he's working to rewrite his mistakes. He has to leave the past behind and step into the future. Because he'll do whatever it takes, to win back the guy he really loves.

عٓلِمِنِي كٓيْفٓ أكُوُنْ سٓعِيدْ حٓتٓىٓ وٓ إنْ كٓانٓتْ رِيٓاحُكِ مُدٓرٓجٓةٌ مِنْ الحُزنْ

Written by: Maiya Marie Garrett Edited by: Rebecca Anna Connoy

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It's him. Why do you bother to wipe away my tears, and hurt yourself to make me happy. It's nothing more than your programming, isn't it? Could there be something more?

This story is good...charizzz..ewan ko kung okay lang tong naisip kong story