Stopit truyện

That's literally it no need for anyone else to read any further also there may be spoilers Me while writing: pfft No I can't laugh yet, I've gotta hold it in

im freddie to die. yes.

problems and how i solved them

bullying is a horrible thing in this community and world it makes people sad and unhappy with themselves that's why I'm writing this close to what it could be like for you if you don't tell a teacher or don't do anything about it. bree is in the 5th grade she was always called names of how fat,ugly,stupid,and other things since the fourth grade. she got through 4th grade but will bree be able to get through 5th everything happens between 1st grade through 12th when you start to become a bully it is hard for you to stop so before you read this story I want you to think about if you are one a, bully ,and if you are try and think about other people and how they feel maybe you could stop before its too late. -Aryanna

Take on the challenge!

i hate this and i want to die

Nirbhaya and more left forgotten. We don't want to be another of India's daughter. Do we? If the present day scenarios don't stop, I would be ashamed to say , the country which once used to be known by the name "Sone ki Chidiya" would be more popular by the name THE LAND OF RAPISTS. Just a brief account on how these countrymen doing these violences leave a deep impact on us (the girls, the women, the pride of the nation). And we ain't any of your 'gaays'or 'chidiyas'. Beware of our powers!✊ Humari chhoriya chhoro se kam hai ke?!

A little text against the use of guns... in a more poetically way :)

Nothing. That's describing me. My entire life. I am nothing. I am useless. I am hopeless. My existence is like an air. It is invisible but everybody needs me because if there is no me, all those helpless human have died ancient years ago. I don't want to continue breathing. Just let me go. I am trapped long enough here. Please. I am willing begging for hundred years for you, my lord, to release me. Just return me to my original form, which is getting rotten everyday in the coffin. Because i know, being one of those gods means you are going to have a big responsible. And I don't want to be a part of it. I hate death. Yet, i chose it. I hate life. Yet, I am live again. As someone else. I know, the god whisper to me, in a soft, tender, sweet voices, slowly, that he is sorry for making my life so pitiful that I can't handle it by myself. And he's sorry for making me live, yet he's making me living through this hateful, vengeful life again. The god promises to me that this life will be great and I should enjoy it like everybody else. So, I agreed without knowing that I am in the game AGAIN that the god created : LIFE Once again, why I should believe him? I am nothing after all.

fek off

In this book, I'm just going to give my opinion on problems in our society today. I feel very passionately about this, And I know a lot of other people do too. Feel free to comment or PM me on topics you want me to talk about. I feel not many people know about problems in our country, political or not. They are getting serious, we need to change that. And that's what I'm here to do. -Flippy172234

Analogy of how people are like cigarettes. They can hurt and kill you unless you give them the lighter to hurt you.

The silence of others has come to be so loud that it's it constantly ringing in my ears. I can't be the only one that hears this. Someone needs to step up. Stop watching from the crowd, I said stop it.

Watch what you say just cause you and some other people laugh doesn't mean it is funny they don't know what else to do.

Selling bleach for $1.00

Void, definition: empty, a space of continious nothingness.

Gay

this is a bunch of poems I wrote myself they are sad and depressing but in reality so is life