Historias de Towhomitmayconcern

This is going to be a day by day thing, 100 letters to my boyfriend, my parents, my friends, and others. I will change names and such, for privacy reasons, but it will still be a letter to them. It may take time to pick up, and be daily, but I'll work on it.

(WORK IN PROGRESS) A collection of letters addressed to whomever is willing to listen

Dahlia Blossom Rose has longed to fit in. One day, she visits a small store at the edge of town and buys a seeming normal diary. Everyday, she fills the diary with what she does on that day, but when she writes, she exaggerates everything that happened making it seem like she was always the hero. What happens when one day she decides to skip ahead and start writing the days before they happen? Could her exaggerations meet reality?

This is kinda my own little journal where I can rant or talk to you about it, it's where I can get advice from you guys. Please don't talk about it outside of this. I want to keep it in this journal. If you don't want to read this then that's fine. If you want to say something then say it in the comment section. I need advice and most of the time I'm afraid to say anything. Thank you... -Corina

"I'm in love with you! But you're too in love with death to see that!" "You say that but I'm not the only one, am I?" As I expected, he didn't reply. He couldn't. Because if he denied, It would be a lie. • Joshua's pov unless stated otherwise. {Trigger warning- suicide, self-harm, violence} Might add more in the future.

The Story of a Broken Man

Dear Laela, You silently prayed for my presence, but actually I was there. you silently hope that I will stay with you and I stay there. How I wish you can actully read this, to know that I silently pray to him for the first time that he should've given me courage and not these eyes. That he should've given me honor and not these ears. I saw everything, I heard everything but I'm not brave enough to do something. I was there but I was just watching. I stayed there but all I did was nothing. I lost you not because I left you, but because I didn't do anything. In this dangerous world, there are just 2 types of victims. Those who are brave enough to fight for what they know is right. And one who favor life over justice. Do you think being silent and choosing to live is dreadful? And being brave enough to shout to the world was the ideal thing to do? People always dictate us what to do, because what society says is what they believe to be right. Do we even know what is right? What is right? This is an open letter addressed To Whom It May Concern.

To Whom it may concern, I am writing this out of doubt, doubt I will make it another day, if I mean anything to you I'm sorry but I've made up my mind...

The tracking of a breakup, through unsent letters.

To Whom It May Concern is a collection of reflections, written like open letters to anyone who has ever felt lost, unseen, or behind in life's race. At twenty-seven, Audrey Garcia thought she would have it all figured out. Instead, she found herself face-to-face with unfulfilled dreams, unanswered questions, and the quiet ache of waiting. This book is for those who are searching for hope in the silence, courage in vulnerability, and connection in shared struggles.