Traumadump cerita

Less of a story, more of a small poem. For all those girls who stay up at night dreaming of a love they think they'll never have. Because we feel unloveable. Let me know what you think i'd love some feedback!

i make random prompts it can be inspired from my real life but it can also be inspired by the things that i like. also they're not good its just me free writing so please excuse my mediocre stuff

this book is about my trauma and abunch of horrible things I went through but please feel free to vent in the comments or DM me :)

Writing based on various prompts found via Pinterest, Tumblr, etc. Each part is not necessarily linked. I hope you enjoy the art of spontaneous writing and thought dumping as much as I did.

Yeah! This is the story of my traumatized self insert Theodora Elroy and the years of development I've put her through as means of filling my time! Because Harry Potter takes up around only 7 years and I have had, I am not joking, around a decade to adapt whatever media I've been consuming into the narrative, this thing is a mess! Watch as the timeline splits off towards whatever plot ruining disaster my heart desires. What started out as a Mary Sue is now a trauma dump former gifted kid and I just need to get it out into the world. Oh god, have pity on my li'l ol' soul. Follow Theo's adventures as she becomes the dark anti-hero of the wizarding world that you never knew you needed. This serves no one but myself.

in this book you will take a walk through memories of my life I will change names for safety reasons but otherwise enjoy

If you could see your destiny, would you be able to comprehend it?

|| My one-track heart. Do you want it? Do you want to cradle it in your hands, before crushing it within your palm? I don't care. I don't care what you do to it. As long as I get what I want, all shall be well. || cover art by Lyckaaaa on weibo!

Poems from a small depressed bean who just needs to dump sometimes, and finds it easiest to do in the form of words.

This book is going to be filled with updates about my fics and books! Also requests are allowed here :)

irl, trauma, traumatic events, abuse, neglect, not fictional, real life,

A compilation of anything I've written or thought. I do warn you that my work may not be the best, but, I am trying so please give me that at least. I also may forget about this and remember it years later so don't rush through this if you do decide to read anything in here.

**ALL NAMES ARE FAKE** Trauma dumping here 🤠🔫

TRIGGER WARNING: This story is 100% real, and will involve explicit sexual abuse, emotional abuse, physical abuse, drugs and alcohol, death, and me questioning religion as a whole. ****** My brother towered over me, a knife in one hand and a cooler in the other. A sinister smile was spread across his face, his eyes darker than I had ever seen them before. "Please don't," my small voice cracked. He laughed in response, a real Joker kind of laugh. I squeezed my eyes tight, bracing myself for what would come. For a moment, I wondered if I was in a simulation because this didn't seem real. I felt the weight of the cooler collide with my body and I let out a pained groan. I looked up at him, the knife still in his tight grasp. I held my arms in a cross, trying to protect my face. He scoffed, "I am your worst nightmare, and there's nothing that can save you." Through the tears in my eyes I could see the golden cross that hung on the wall behind him. In that moment, my ten year old self finally started to wrap my head around religion. It had nothing to do with Hell, Heaven, or even being saved. It had everything to do with believing in whatever made you feel like you had the most power over everyone else. I close my eyes once more, preparing to be the Martyr tonight. When I open them, my brother is gone. ********** "Dancing on my Brother's Grave" is the chilling and very real story of how I grew up with a brother who was determined to kill me, and alcoholic parents who weren't equipped enough to save me from the emotional torment and physical abuse I would go through even into my adult years. From drawing in the church pews, running to save my own life, to daydreaming about the day I will finally dance on my brother's grave.

A young boy from delhi thinks he has life all figured out and is fine with how it works until he lays eyes on the new student in class . What happens next ? Is it a rom com story or a tale of tragedy ?

So this is two very long parts, that I worked on when I was visiting a small town without service/Internet so there is no proofing or anything. Second part may be longer/shorter, and I'll probably have no motivation because I haven't been in the mood to write anything in weeks. So if you want the second part, you'll probably have to write a comment reminding me to write it. Writers block really likes to murder me. TW; Homophobia Dead fandom Probably bloodshed, posting after like four weeks of not looking at this. MENTIONS OF S&XU@L AB|_|S€ prob more lol KINDA A TRAUMA DUMP? IDFK. Mostly 3rd person POV. Haikyuu Daichi Sawamura. THATS IT FOR THE TW<3 have fun reading this trash because I'll probably delete my other book and just make little snippets of life for ships or something, scenarios, we'll find out because that tiny bit of motivation i constantly have ain't going anywhere but into TT drafts and YT edits/ other dumb shit. Sorry for the long description, have a nice day luvs<3 -Koooooooottttaaaaa!!

idk just a trauma dump honestly

My feelings are hurt, and this is better than m*rder.

This is just how I am processing my breakup, how I am feeling about it and all the random thoughts,