Historias de Selfpreservation

Nothing special, just a record of inner self-encouraging conversations with myself... Only keeping this as a reminder... To face all of my fears and beat all of my doubts... To not care about what people think and just choose which expectations to consider... To be comfortable with not being understood all the time because all I need is to completely understand myself... And, to always remember that one way or another, everything will be okay. (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Poetry about hope, life, and self-preservation.

Self Help

"Killers are a lot like mean girls. They're insecure and are a reflection of who they are on the inside". The world of Serial killers is an odd one, to say the least. This is a tragic story, one that covers all of the ugly- and some good. Lillith Morana Hart experienced her first heartbreak at the age of 17, when a monster killed her mother in cold blood. She ran, far, far away- and spent her days hoping, praying for a better tomorrow. Until, one night, her entire life took a turn she never could have expected. One that makes her question her true intentions- one that questions her sanity- and blurs the line between good and evil.

a friend near to you but far from others what pain that can cause

A man seeks guidance from the different types of people around him, his friends, family and even a few strangers. Even from different types of memories, or ideologies. Just so he can know the answer to a certain question. It has been bothering him for quite some time now, whether it needs to define him or not, whether or not it should freeze time for him. For it has grounded him, took gravity away or nailed him shut out of everything else he deems a part of reality. A simple question really, a simple little query, a sample of a thought that has lingered on for days. He wanted to find out for sure, to test if he was being conned, to see if he he was being tested, to treat it like how the world treated him. The answer to the question of what the most important thing truly is, purpose against practicality.

This is not smut, I may make a Jan smut book but this is not it. I will do random ships with Janus in it, and this book will have mentions of •self termination •almost death •depression •self harm •alcohol/getting drunk And more like this. I will probably put trigger warnings but it might not be often.

𝅘𝅥𝅮"ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs sʜᴏᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ᴍᴀᴅ, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ"𝅘𝅥𝅮 𝅘𝅥𝅮"ɪs ɪᴛ ɪɴsᴇɴsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ 'ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜɪᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ sᴏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?' ɪs ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴛᴏᴘs ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ? ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ?"𝅘𝅥𝅮 -TS ✿Title credits to her as well✿ _______________________________________________________ Alex calms down Mona when she's mad. He listens to her jagged, repeated sentences when she's anxious. He picks her up and dusts her off when she seems incapable to. Mona loves him, she knows she does. She has let herself be vulnerable with him far too much to actually doubt that. But what about all those times when she yells at him only because she knows that she can't ever be the perfect girlfriend he deserves? A good-natured advice, a discussion that was supposed to be healthy. And it all turns into a big nightmare when Mona can't control the things that come out of her mouth, so much so that she's bordering on being biphobic towards Alex. So now it's Alex's dilemma. What should he choose? The guilt of breaking up with a woman he loves who's clearly suffering? Or just . . . self preservation? //COMPLETED// #90 in anxious #91 in hispanic

I cannot stand people. That's the truth. I go places by myself because of this. I'm trying to enjoy my own peace, my own space, and some fools just have to come in acting like they own everything. Sitting at the dog park, reading my book, trying to mind my business, and here they come-telling me what my dog should or shouldn't do. Hello? It's a dog park. Dogs are allowed to sniff, run, and do their thing. My dog wasn't aggressive. He was just being a dog. But these people? Absolute chaos. Can't even read the damn signs. Can't respect boundaries. So what did I do? I got in my car, left everything open, slammed the door, and let them know exactly how I feel. Go the f*** away. Handle your own business. Read the signs. Common sense doesn't seem to exist for some people. If you're going to walk your dog, walk it around the park. Don't come in here acting like you're the authority. My dog is fine. The park is fine. You? The problem. This is exactly why I do my own thing. Handle my own business. Stay out of other people's space. Keep your nonsense to yourself. People like this make it impossible to enjoy the simplest things. Some people just cannot comprehend respect, boundaries, or common sense. And I refuse to shrink or excuse their stupidity. I'm done being polite. I'm done explaining. I'm done letting people ruin my space. My dog, this park, my peace-untouchable. If you can't understand that, the problem isn't me. It's you. F*** them.

Poem

There is a big difference between what our mind tells us and what is ACTUALLY reality. In this book you might find yourself questioning whether or not what you have been taught has been self sufficient or relevant to reality.

I think and then I think some more. I reach to conclusions I have never before. Need more? . . Read more

This is my journey back to myself. Life has not been easy for the most part, and this is me trying my best to both vent and understand myself through language.

Just a little thing for the betterment of my health during Covid.

Following the painful meeting where Leo dismisses her work in favor of Isabella's ideas, Elara reaches her breaking point. The constant professional slights and personal coldness, amplified by Isabella's presence, become unbearable. Watching Leo effortlessly collaborate and laugh with someone from his past makes Elara feel like an outsider in a story she thought was hers. ... In a moment of quiet resolve, she makes a decision. She contacts the Apex Global headhunter, expressing her willingness to relocate. That evening, she cleans out her desk... ... She leaves the office and the city behind, not in a dramatic outburst, but with a determined clarity. The conflict has shown her that she is no longer fighting for a relationship, but for a place in a life that may not have room for her. Her departure is an act of self-preservation.