Sadboihours Stories

This is just my diary. A diary of a meaningless person with a meaningless life... Except for her, the girl I want to love so bad, yet I can't. Because she is art and art isn't meant to be loved. It's meant to be adored... Because, what really is art if it lets us get to know it to the point where we start falling in love..?

sometimes they dont even rhyme.

Poetry for therapy; Feel free to read them in random order thank you for your support :)

just some lame ass poem I decided to write during my sad boi hours.

It seems like after the clock strikes 12, the thoughts you tried to push back all day come rushing in. Engulfing you in the feelings you try so hard to oppress throughout the day, because you'd rather drown silently while no ones watching, than show that you can't swim in front of others.

Someone once told me life doesn't come at you it comes from you. You're the caption of your soul, the master of your fate. If that were true I'd have a phatty right now.

You're a shy anxious girl (slowly coming out her shell) who was just forced to move in with her brother in a country where she doesn't speak their language Her brother happens to be a manager of the volleyball team and she watches all their practices and matches Little did she know a boy on the team would catch her eye, still being the introverted person she is, she didn't act on it. Will everything finally change for better in Tokyo? Or will her life still be a constant waterfall of tears? Each chapter comes with music to listen to while you read HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT NO THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING WHO ACTUALLY LET ME POST THIS TAKE AWAY MY RIGHTS RFN WTF AS A HIGHER ENGLISH STUDENT THIS STORY IS ABYSMAL -11/3/23 COMPLETED Highest ranks: 1 #kenmaxreader Sunday 16th august 3 #nofriends idk the date 8 #introvert 8th September 3 #gamers 14th September 1 #gamers 10th October

different moods

❝𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚❞ POETRY & SUCH. est. 06.23.19

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Are you an error? Tainted glass? Shattered beyond repair? Well damn. Aren't we all? This isn't a feel good work unlike my other stories. This is where we lay it real. Realism, extremism, pessimism. *** This can get sensitive and touchy at some points, so love don't dive in if you're not up for that, stay safe <3

I'm so sad my friend found this account- I mean it's not like it's mine or anything.

it's not that type of relationship , i swear to god -

Don't think too much into it. Don't worry about me, I'm just venting

This is a fanfic about dragons, specifically, two OC dragons I made. It has little reference to canonical characters, but is still a fanfic because it takes place in the Fairy Tail world before the time of Igneel or current dragons. It does bleed into the current era a bit later. A bit tragic, has some death and mourning. Very existential.

thoughts, tips and tricks all from one mid-height brown girl.

How can words hurt so much? How can words give so much pain? Why do I not end it all? But, how can I feel so happy just by hearing one word? Why does the world have to be so cruel yet so sweet?

Poems for the sad people who can't get enough. Those people haven't got darker or thicker than blood. TW- lot's of them don't read if you have any... Or go ahead it's not my place to tell you what to do. Every single chapter is a tw that's my warning.