Schizoid cerita

He was meant to be called 'a divine being'... They sought to resurrect a divine being that once ruled. A god who could tear open the barriers imprisoning the last supernaturals. But the divine being could not be summoned whole. So they tried to rebuild one, with a soul. * Two souls coexisted in one body. Bonded to a human heart. When bonds can easily be broken, why not let go? Why cling to a fate that demands their ruin? Why then did protection become shackle instead of salvation?

LOSING IDENTITY: Welcome To My Mind (part 1) That wasn't me. That wasn't me at all, I was wearing a mask, playing games, hoping to seem like a better person than I really was, making even more mistakes than I normally would, banishing all my dignity, my feelings and my high sensitivity along the way. The sensitive intuition. I saw so much but admitted so little and this was the result. I didn't like myself! I didn't care about the pain I was experiencing and just went on with my life, thinking that it would just pass somehow by itself, lying to myself that it was nothing, it didn't matter. Getting in touch with him again had become more important than my reality, my relationships, my bachelor thesis, everything. Little, very little did I understand the obsession under whose influence I did all that Google searching, asking people, ranting, overthinking and asking the ultimate question: "What exactly did I do wrong and how the hell do I fix it?" And I said to myself: "I WILL find out. I WILL fix this." On the outside, though, nobody noticed shit unless I decided to tell them myself. I took pride in it. And that's how I became a stalker, basically.

"Okay, this is it." Ramawee thinks that it is time for him to confess his feelings to her long-time crush as he gets closer to where Ramida is "Da? can I talk to you for a minute?" Ramida nodded and said "okay what is it?" Ramawee felt the coldness of her gaze and continued "Da, I like you hope you will give me a chance to be your boyfriend" She stilled and walked out That was the last time they talked. Ram saw her back walking away it is clear to him that she left with a cold look. "I'll understand, I understand you" as he softly uttered those words

LOSING IDENTITY: Welcome To My Mind (part 3)

There's a name on his lips, accompanied with a number on top of white, soft mittens. Due, Sette. Familiar, even if not in the right language. And even then, it took him a couple weeks to piece it together. Tsu, Na. It's the Japanese for the numbers on the mittens. His name, or so he thinks. It sounds right, and he can now at least give something to other to call him. (Or what would happen if a Sky couldn't feel anything at all? Will he be able to have Elements if he can't form attachments? Tsuna doesn't know but he wants to at least try.)

Each event is preceded by Prophecy. But without the hero, there is no Event.

A story where izuku has a quirk exept he cant use it himself but it can only be used by his split personality.

There will always be that secret and dangerous society which chairs over every world. And it is true dire straits if this society is connected to the delusions of those who wanted to create their own version of Wonderland. With this twisted fate, comes one of the deadly kings of this Wonderland's Underworld - the Black Rabbit. He is an estranged young man whose sanity and background is questioned by many. But he is only one of the faces hidden behind a mask in the tumultuous city of Fiore. Truly one of those many, who is about to make Lellie's life...very,very complicated.

Into the thoughts of a schizoid

When Sherlock is left alone, without a case, and without John, he falls back to old habits, habits John is yet to find out about. Sherlock falls into a put of self loathing and John is the only one who can pull him out.

A getway to the core of one's mind.

LOSING IDENTITY: Welcome To My Mind (part 4)

Syd is living on the edge of his broken psyche when he comes across the person he had been waiting his entire life to meet. As things flourish, the rude awakening of the edict "nothing gold can stay" changes the tune of Syd's life as he finds out a truth that is completely devastating. And in the world of mental illness, this is a particularly harsh reality where Syd has to make a difficult decision on what he has to give up in his life. But even a broken drum has to keep beating. The entire story has been published from Chapter 1 to the Epilogue. It is broken into three parts, each quite distinct from the others as Syd's life is altered dramatically. This thing is a labor of love. After completing the story, I realized how much it meant to me personally. I learned things about myself I did not know until I wrote it. I feel as if from writing "Sound of a Broken Drum", my life has changed. In the way I perceive it and in the way I perceive the world around me. This story is not for everyone. There are a lot of people I know who would never want to read something like this. It's not for the apathetic, the privileged, the ones who coast and indulge in the bullshit. I know a lot of people like that. Maybe I wrote it as a means to get away from them. There are certainly people I feel who would read something like this. The mentally-pained, the loners, introverts, the lonely, those who struggle through the everyday things many people take for granted. Those who know too much. And feel too much. I know what that is like. And I know this is why I wrote it. Because we can share each other's experiences through words, no one has to ever feel like they are alone, regardless of how distant the world is. And regardless of how much trash and clutter from society there is in the way of your field of vision, always know there are those few you will find who will make the struggle well-worth it. Hope you enjoy the story, beautiful soul.

:.gōketsu - (japanese) a great man; hero.: 2/2 in the :.schizoid.: series

Words, rearranged to mean and describe different things.

Kaela was cold, uninterested, withdrawn, and aloof. If you don't believe me, ask everyone who knows her. Elle was warm, loud, caring, confident, and many other things, but she was most definitely not Kaela. Let's follow the story of how Kaela became Elle. Picture is not mine, there is swearing in this story, and I hope you enjoy. This content is mine, but is based on the game Oblivion, it's awesome.

it even writes.

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