Wannadie Stories

JUST NOTHIN NVM.

These are some stuff that I dre w cuz y not. A lot are people. Possibly gay... probably gay dra wings in this. Why am I doing dra wings instead of just saying drawings? Idfk. I just can. So I am. lol Daily updates maybe.

So um,,, my friend said "yo, I wanna fuck a purple grape", and I said "o K ay", and now here I am posting this fanfic. Enjoy if you do. *dies*

It's basically explaining when it started but it's not everything not everything is I there so I'm going to make another part there were many things I did not include In the story like my real name and how I became depressed because my mom was being abused and I couldn't do anything about it and her being abused got us put in foster care

**This book features short, fun, snappy chapters** **Perfectly fine as a standalone** [Caution: may pack a couple of gutpunches.] "First things first: this is the story of how I die. Over and over again." __________________________________ Marra is NOT a vampire. He is a normal human, just like you. At least, that's what he tells himself. Life pits him against odds so bleak, that he'd rather die than face them. That's precisely the problem though. He just doesn't seem to . . . die. And now he's headed towards his worst nightmare, accompanied by a grumpy one-armed adult, a quippy spirit, a copperhead nerd, a sassy actor, a beagle, and a corpse. Welcome to his wacky world. Herein lies a hilarious, heartfelt, and first-hand account from Marra himself, ridden with characters to tickle your funnybone, witchraft to bewitch you, and loads of weird but laugh-out-loud stuff. Like, loads. Enjoy. ______________________________________ { Awesome cover by @jaszthewayyoulikeit } #completed ***All rights reserved: Do not recreate or plagiarise. This is an original work.***

Patrick and Pete were a couple for five years. They loved each other with everything they had and they would never give up on each other even on their darkest days. They can't live without each other, but what if they can't even die without each other? TW: mentions of suicide and depression

It's the second to last day of Spring Break and Eden still has yet to do anything remotely "fun." After deciding that a sleepover is the best thing she can do on such short notice, she asks her strict-but-not-so-strict mom if she can have said sleepover, and got the go ahead. Now, all she has to do is invite her friends, which would normally be pretty simple. But not with this friend group. THIS IS NOT SERIOUS!! I WROTE THIS AS A JOKE FOR MY FRIENDS BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T COME TO MY SLEEPOVER

Just read the story to find out. TRIGGER WARNING: Includes actions of suicide, cutting, murder and abuse. You have been warned.

»I love my family with all my heart, but if they love me, how didn't they saw what I'm going through, how didn't they saw that I was only a shell, no life in my body anymore, that I was tired, that I was ready to end my life. Yes I didn't, because I thought I cannot do this to my family, but did they even really care about me? Did they care about me at all? Or do they? That's the question I'm asking myself every day.. is my life even worth it or am I just living it for my family. «

𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍.

a girl askes her self where are you my "soulmate" when I need you

ugh u should know that.. if u wanna be happy or smth like that, u SHOULDN'T HAVE TO FALL IN LOVE.... all that i needed to say its that.. i needed to write how my soul feelin somewhere.. i dont care for ur opinion cuz thats based on my real life and so on.

Most people who look into the mirror just see a mirror image, what I see is so much more. When you look at a hamburger you just see a hamburger, the only thing I can see is billions of numbers. All the models you see look so thin but when you look into the mirror you just see a mess, a big, ugly, fat, annoying, stupid, worthless piece of shit. And sometimes you think 'maybe I dont need this piece of chocolate, maybe I can skip lunch this time'. Everybody looks down on themselves sometime but why? We are born diffrent for a reason, right? Its like you need to be thin to fit in or that you need expensive brands, why cant you just be yourself, why do you have to be like all the others?

There isn't much of these. Happy boi hours, sad boi hours, lust boi hours just a lot of boi hours with tree bros >w<* *>w< was my cat ( ‾ʖ̫‾)

So depressed

Lyrics of Shinitai Chan (Miss Wanna Die) by JubyPhonic

I wanna kill myself...

The Living The Alive The Dying The Dead The Killed