Mytherapy Stories

So Im just gonna vent on things that are going on and if you need to, you can. So it's basically a therapy session door me and you.

Broken pieces, each tell a different story .....

Its all about my random thing babe : ) I just want to share my insight about how I managed to keep up the pace of life, even if I am slower than the turtle. But at least I managed to keep up right? -brownOrbs; [ my heart beats to the beat of the Drum. ] • I'M HEADING A WRONG PATH I GUESS?

Not really a story, just me rambling going on an on, overthinking or even just writing anything that comes to my mind.. so its not really meant for people go read it but it they want to then sure I don't mind. ∆ no real names should be written here I like my privacy so I'll keep being anonymous. ∆ some of those notes may be too old so I don't relate to them anymore I'm just keeping them here as souvenirs. ∆ since I'm just venting and rambling I might write in any language that I want, I'm not restricting myself, its like a therapy that calms me down and put my mind straight again. ∆ I will probably write when I'm out of my mind being so mad and thinking negatively even tho I know I'm wrong so don't take my words seriously. ∆ again this is not meant to be read its just me in my bubble.

Just a way to express myself!

There was a time in my life when my imagination was free to run as it wished, but then I grew older and the world frowned upon it. It also had gotten so bad that I would stay up into the wee early hours of the morning just imagining. So to regulate my imagination I started repeating words to myself to come back to reality and focus on what I needed to. Then I started organizing those mutterings and it became my secret little spell.

The diary of a sentimental girl because she can no longer keep her thoughts to herself.

What's the meaning of being good if everything goes bad? But that's life, you can't runaway from it. -Unknown

The wandering ramblings of a demented and broken man who wishes only to capture his memories before they fade completely.

About 6 months ago i wrote my first poem. It was about racism. It is supposed to be from a person of color's perspective and how the uneducated abuse and belittle them. Today i re-wrote the poem i made 6 months ago and bettered it. Here it is. I hope you like it ;) if this is in any way inappropriate please let me know <3

A short story - Featuring a song and influenced by the re-release of Taylor Swifts Red album. Young lovers meeting for the first time after heartbreak. Unspoken words and almost forgotten memories. Sometimes you don't have to stop loving someone to learn to live without them. The lyrics featured in this short story belong to Taylor Swift.

My ramblings and babblings. The poor poetry that my little heart beams at.