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Life wasn't really worth too much... Not to Atlas Fisher, at least. (Featuring a whole fuck ton of OC's and well... This is almost like a trauma venting story.)

This story is a bit different from my usual writings. I usually write about BNHA smut but this story is more of an angst vent abt my life- There may be some characters that don't belong to me, they belong to my friend, @loTheSilkwong, so go check out her profile to see her cool OCs. Anyway, this story is gonna be dark and angsty, u have been warned.

jest a little vent story

Just a book where I can post vent notes that I make when I am upset Any art in this book will most likely belong to me. If it does not, then I will say it doesn't.

Chris, a failing artist at twenty, cannot deal with his family or his anxiety, living in a small apartment building, meets Ki, his reclusive neighbor, never seen without his creepy black cat, who might have more in common with him than Chris thought. (I'm sorry for the sudden edits!)

idk I just felt upset and while I was writing my thoughts I cam up with this story on accident and it just feels like smth I wanna share. I wouldn't want to talk about why I wrote it.

Uhhh vent ig???

just a story made by some pathetic girl trying to talk about her pathetic life. this story might be relatable or just something to read, but i hope you enjoy anyways.

How long does it take to fall out of love? Five or six years? You saw him in a parking garage. You locked eyes for a second and you still felt a spark. Just how desperate are you?

"...A person who chooses to live in a cocoanut ! Such a nut is one in a million ! But I have a brother-in-law who lives in an acorn" -"Locked In" by Ingemar Gustafson Missouri has struggled with pain. She knew it, knew it very well. She has gotten tired of the constant doctor's visits with no real reason, so she stopped going. She has gotten tired of the constant medicines that never worked, so she stopped taking them. Still, she desperately looks for treatment. What happens when Missouri stumbles upon a treehouse of four children, all with their own struggles and woes? This story is mostly a vent story, I suppose. I struggle with chronic pain myself, despite being fourteen. This poem is also based around the beautiful poem by Ingemar Gustafson, "Locked In."

I have been feeling like shit lately and I decided to make this Wattpad story. But please know that this will only have sad suicidal shit. I gave you a warning so if you didn't like this, don't blame me. It was your decision to read this.

Talk to FIKDDUBNIDAFBKO (AN ERROR HAS OCCURED. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER) They're all alone, you know. Maybe you can help them escape. (The point is to "talk" to the character through the comments. In fact, if you talk to them enough, they might escape. I am unaware of anyone who has written a story like this, please contact me, either through the comments or by messaging, if you know anyone who has written something like this.)

⚠️ TW : Vent , sh , mental disorders , more uncomfortable stuff :WT ⚠️

It's not a story but it's like one but a vent kind of story. I'm not forcing you to read it especially that I'm not that good in English. So just bear with me for awhile. it's just that I need to let this out so that I can at least release this heavy feeling in my chest. SO AGAIN I AM NOT FORCING YOU TO READ! K?!

David and Maya are siblings. He's 20, she's 7. Their next door neighbors are Jay and Beth Jameson with their kids Josh and Daniella. Josh and David grew up together and are currently studying the same thing, in the same university as well. Their sisters were also inseparable. The Jameson's are the closest thing David and Maya have to family since losing their mother because their father is no longer in the picture. After a tragic accident, David's mind starts running in the worst way possible and he even feels like his body is working against him. He needs help. He needs hope, and it doesn't seem like he'll get it. (This story, while completely fictional, serves as a bit of a vent for me. Having someone who you love being sick can take a toll on you, especially if you're like me and don't express your feelings very openly. This is my way of not keeping things completely bottled up inside. It's a bit all over the place but this has been in my drafts for over a year and I finally came up with an ending I liked. Now, since some parts may hit close to home to someone who has dealt with depression or suicidal thoughts, this counts as a trigger warning, consider whether you really want to read this or not. Especially because there is one VERY strong line regarding suicide towards the end.) Word Count: 5,100

Angsty and really don't care if you read this or not just trying to feel better with writing how I feel down

!!TW!! - severe depression, self harm, suicidal thoughts This story is not true but it's partly based on my own experiences. Please do not read if you get disturbed/triggered by the things I mentioned earlier.

tw: just bad things u will hate