Starving Stories

⚠️this story has self-harm in it⚠️ ⇢⇠⇢⇠⇢⇠⇢⇠ Nicole has six older brothers. Avery, Justin, Elliot, Ryan, Cole, and Caleb. When there parents died when Nicole was two, their grandmother took them in and raised them as her own, but when she dies everyone falls apart. Nicole lives the life of being bullied heavily and malnourished for 5 excruciatingly long years. Maybe a light will finally shine through Nicole's patches for darkness. ⇢⇠⇢⇠⇢⇠⇢⇠ #1 in starving

hi. anyone is welcome to read. if you don't like reading it, dont read.

This is some of the depression quotes that I have noticed and/or think of more than once. This isn't made to make anyone to feel like crap, its simply letting those who hurt know that some people can relate. warning: the majority of the content is extremely triggering.

I'm a little suicidal... Who really gives a flying fuck about me? I'm just... ME. No one will love me. I'm FAT, ugly, stupid, worthless, and mean nothing to everyone. I just want someone to love me... I just want to know what it feels like to be loved... Just once.

Is beauty only skin deep? I guess that depends on how we are raised... Have you ever floated endlessly in a sea of thoughts? Trapped, stumbling within your own mind. Go ahead, scream. No one can hear you. These demons are in beaded deep in my thin pale skin. Not visible to the naked eye. But things you can't see aren't real, are they? At least that's my mother's philosophy. You see it's difficult when your mother is everything that you are not. Beautiful, loved, and wanted. The definition of perfect....

A short poem about self-harm, anorexia, and bulimia.

A outsider. A nobody. A wallflower. All those are to describe the 14 year old teenage boy, Alex Smith. But there is one label that can describe him that nobody knows...a label he wants to keep hidden. That is, until a new kid comes to school with the name of Danny Williams. Danny is what you may call one of the 'jocks'. Soon fate takes a role in both the lives of Alex and Danny.

"Promise me something, Jax?" Bailey whispered into her lovers ear, as he kissed her cheek softly. He pulled her closer, tightly holding onto Bailey, making sure she wouldn't feel unprotected. "Promise me you will be there, always?" She asked, running her hand through his golden blond hair. "I always was Bailey, you never realized it." Bailey Fields is a soon to be famous author, who needs to write her next book before the deadline. After skipping town to have some peace and quiet, she runs into her old beau, who hasn't changed all these years. Will Baileys mysterious past show up again, and will the spark that was once lit, come alive again. Or will Baileys forgotten fiancée, spoil it all. It all depends on the roads that she takes. *Hey this is Pupcandypop, hope you like this story! It is my third, and hoping I will get likes and follows on it. Comment please, I love feedback, especially it helps my story. Follow for a follow, no hate, and please enjoy!*

Maybe this world is another planet's hell. -Aldous Huxley Not everyone can pretend to be sane. Blue Belcourt is just another example to that. Follow him on a life changing journey, that will have him questioning whether or not he would like to stay here for a moment longer. Fighting insanity, he basks in his past and music. Both present day and the past seem to mix together as he loses touch with all that he has left. Only one thing can leave a man like this, and that of course is a girl. (Will fix later.)

Kassey Davis was the girl everyone either wanted to be or have. Good grades. Teacher's pet. Her name is at the top of every sports roster. Everyone wanted her life and assumed it was perfect, but how perfect is it really? *Originally Written September 21st 2012*

~Book One in the perfection series~ To her is was just a cut, just a scratch. "What's that?" People would ask. "It was just the cat." It was just an excuse just a lie. "What's with those bracelets?" "Just a fashion why?" Just a tear, just a scream. "Why are you crying?" "Just a bad dream." But it's not just a cut or a lie. It's a repetitive "just one more cut" until she dies.

The title says it all. Warning: May be triggering.

Imagine this... You are 10 years old 15 people want you killed because you witness them kill and hurt someone, your mother is missing and you are at a creepy park in the middle of nowhere. You are lost, starving and on a murder list..... What would you do?????

This is only for people who feel this way, or have sympathy for the ones who do. This is mostly just going to be a description of what it's like to feel the way I do, and the way many other girls and boys do. Just a description of how Ana pulls you in.

I'm not the best at writing poems, but here's a compilation of the ones I write in my notebook. They're kind of confusing at first, but you'll figure it out. Yes some of them are emo, but some are happy too. Updates every Friday

Everything and nothing about a depressed teenager.. *TRIGGER WARNING*