Realshit Stories

When people don't understand how much you've been through so you write a book.

I just want to document my sad thoughts, poems, drama and other teen angst I have.

Just putting thoughts on paper🫠

PLZ READ THIS BEFORE YOU DIG IN! this book is to express my feelings, you may not understand what's happening because it's some thoughs on things that happened in my life it may be old or some fresh wounds so I don't recommend it fot ppl under 18.

He was never taught how to love himself. Not when the people who were supposed to love him first... didn't. This is the story of a boy shaped by silence, a heart that tried to save him, and the ache of learning that even the loudest love can't always drown out a lifetime of damage.

just bein me

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Some people don't realize they were loved by someone who would've set themselves on fire just to keep them warm... until it's too late." A poem about grief, silence, memory, and the kind of love that doesn't die quietly.

This story is realistic-fiction.

The tragic death of America.

*DISCLAIMER: SEX, DRUGS, VIOLENCE. MIDDLE SCHOOLERS DONT BE FUCKING DUMB AND DO THIS SHIT* In what world is it okay to pretend? To bullshit your way through life acting as if you don't give a shit. Let me just tell you, everyone and I truly mean every single fucking person cares about something. Even if they're too mentally fucked to admit it. Even if time and time again their ego is bruised, their trust damaged and their hear broken, everyone cares... Life is too short to play games and defiantly too short to be anything other than exactly who you are. This is just a story of a girl who had everything she didn't want and nothing she did. Life should've been easy and she shouldn't have had a problem. But her whole existence, her soul even, just wasn't satisfied.

The final ballad of shit.

a basic experience of what pretty much everyone goes through. or is it just me.

He was everything to me. My headache, My lover, My shoota, R.O.D., He'd hold the gun while i pulled the trigga, or vice versa. He was my Clyde while I was his Bonnie, but overall he was my bestfriend— and his name was August Anthony Alsina Jr.

"you're like a lost shimmer" "tf is that" "i dont know, i heard it in some show"

Love What is love? All I know is that its a word.. A word that is misused and abused. A word that is thrown around too much; its in its own oblivion. Passion. Passion is what me and my lover will have. Fuck this so called "Love" you speak about. It ain't shit outchea in these streets. Live by Faith, not by sight-- they say. Lets try. Find passion in someone, rather than the artificial branding of "Love" known today. Because any other nigga can always tell your hoe he "loves", just to get up in them drawels. I.Dare.You. -Mr. August Alsina