Истории Stillhere

This book was not written from strength. It was written from survival. From nights of overthinking. From conversations where I swallowed my words. From loving people who underestimated me more than they cherished me. If you have ever felt unseen, unheard, or slowly fading away- this is for you.

"Some days, it feels like the world moves on without you. You carry memories, pain, and grief that no one else can see. You talk to yourself in the quiet, to the walls, to the night, trying to make sense of it all. You've lost people, places, and pieces of yourself along the way, and sometimes it feels like there's no one to notice or understand. But even when your mind is hazy and your heart heavy, there's a spark inside that refuses to die - a flicker of strength that keeps you moving forward. This poem is for anyone who has felt alone in their own head, who has screamed into the void, who has survived another day when it felt impossible. You are not invisible. You are not forgotten. You are still here, still fighting, and that matters more than anyone can tell you. Even in the storm, even in the haze, you are enough. And some days, surviving is the bravest thing you can do."

Rawr

I've been drowning in a world that feels like it doesn't see me. Days blur together in pain, anxiety, and depression so heavy I can barely breathe. I've watched life slip through my hands, fought battles inside myself that nobody else even notices, and carried burdens that feel impossible to put down. I've been misdiagnosed, medicated into near nothingness, spiraled into darkness that almost claimed me, and yet here I am - still breathing. I've felt the pull of pills, substances, and moments so raw that every breath felt like a fight. I've been alone in small apartments, on blow-up mattresses, barely eating, barely moving, barely surviving. I've watched the system fail me, friends drift away, family stay distant, and yet still I fight. Every panic, every cry, every sleepless night - I've carried it all, and I write it down because someone has to see it. Someone has to feel it. This is a story of survival in silence, of battling inner demons nobody else sees, of raw, unfiltered truth. No edits. No sugarcoating. Just pain, struggle, hope, and the fight to exist in a world that feels like it wants me gone. If you've ever felt unseen, unheard, or broken, this is for you.

This is not a book about healing. It's a record of what remained after. SCARS...unstitched documents the spaces where love faltered, belonging was uncertain, and survival became an act of restraint. Written without ornament or apology, these fragments trace the slow recognition of what it costs to stay too long, and the quiet resolve of choosing oneself anyway.

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"Your not with me. But your not gone...your in my heart." Darien Nole and Kathrine Dunner had prepared everything for there future. They were soulmates. They were happy. They had each other. But when the pair finds out Kathrine has a fatal heart disease, it breaks everything apart. It was only a matter of time until a perfect future, would turn into a heartbreaking one.

This is not a guide. Not a rescue plan. Not a "how to be okay." This is a love letter to the ones who almost disappeared. A collection of raw, poetic chapters written like whispers in the dark. If you've ever felt too heavy, too soft, too broken to be here... this is for you. STILL HERE - A Soft Survival Series is not about being healed. It's about choosing to stay anyway. From Pappii, with softness.

Maybe someday, Sera, you'll look back and realize someone was quietly loving you through the seasons you never noticed. But whether you ever knew or not, I was always... Still here. - Aris

I'm bored af, fite me.

Is Veresia (VEAR- e- see- ya) De Mandeville Cinderella? No. Is she a smart ass? Most definitely. After her father's death, Veresia's mother decides to put her through even MORE hell by taking her to a strange home, with an even STRANGER family. She is put to work quickly, and dreams of a better life than the one she is living. She's looking for a way to get out....But will she be stopped on the way? And when she finally succeeds, will she really, truly be free?

Here I am

So this book is about Jooamznnayno's account which is no more Now it's for updates and little kitttyparty

It's not for you But you still had the nerve to take more than 1 step

~|| A Ffionn/Spectre Story ||~ What happened to Ffionn that day? Why is he experiencing such emotions and feelings? What is Stephan hiding? All these questions and no answer, but one thing's for certain, Ffionn can't control what he feels during a certain time, and his nightmares might be the cause of it all. ((This story will take place in first-person.perspective, so it (may) always be in Ffionn's POV.))

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Imagine this. You relish in killing men. In fact, it is the only reason why you still exist. Actually, your whole existence is perceived by the rest of the world as fabled. And, you have a tail. Yes, a TAIL. Now envision you fall for one of those sailors, that you are ordered (and usually desire) to kill. But then- your leader specifically tells you to kill this man you fall for. What in the Hades are you supposed to do? Especially when either choice before you results in utter doom...

A sad romance about a lovely girl falling in love with someone she soon forgot about.

this is pretty much an open diary of mine to who ever decides to read this. It mostly is about the letters I write but will never send to the boy with blonde hair and eyes like the ocean. Updates are rare but it's cringey and real emotional content. Thanks xo