the way you make me feel!!!!
- Reads 22
- Votes 0
- Parts 3
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Sun, Feb 19, 2017
its gloomy and a little sad its about how torn up someone can make you and just from someone glaring at you it can make you crash......(comment what you thought and if anything isn't that good let me know please and thank you :)
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Under the Influence ✔
Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one that drives down the interstate and imagines what it would be like to steer just a little to the right and crash through the guardrails or drive off the side of a cliff, maybe hit a tree or two while going eighty miles per hour. Am I the only one that wants to know what it would be like to feel the sting of glass shattering from the windshield and cutting into your skin, blood trickling down your face and the copper taste hitting your lips. Would I scream? Would I try to escape and call for help or would I stay frozen in place? I wonder if anyone would really even miss me, would the world be different in any way? My work would have to find someone to work the night shift, someone would have to clear out my apartment so that a new tenant can move in, my mom and dad would have to pretend to be torn apart over the lose of their eldest daughter. I don't think much would change, I have no real significance in this world. I don't think any of my friends would be too terribly distraught over it, it's not as if there's anyone I talk to on a regular basis anyway. I push down on the accelerator, watching as the speedometer hits one hundred and I check my mirrors for cops, smiling to myself when I see that I'm the only car on the road at this hour. I turn up my radio and drive the familiar roads way too fast, sometimes swerving between the lines, unable to hear anything but the music vibrating throughout the entire car.Complete
Broken// BTS FF//Complete
She is sad She is hurt She is dying She is alone She is lonely She is a mess She is judged She is ignored She is suicidal She is stressed She is confused She is fucked up She is depressed She is misunderstood She is tired but still living She is hurt but won't show it She is screaming but is silent She is in pain but still smiling SHE IS ME WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS LANGUAGE THAY CAN BE UNCOMFORTABLE FOR READERS, ACTIONS THAT IS VIOLATE; SUICIDE, BULLY, ABUSE, ETC; THIS STORY ALSO CONTAINS SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS**IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE CLICK OFFComplete
w r e c k a g e ✓
❝ − It's a terrible thing, the destruction of words.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017Complete![Can't Escape -2 [Kim Taehyung]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/270119212-256-k710696.jpg)
Can't Escape -2 [Kim Taehyung]
Story includes inappropriate behavior and inappropriate things like abuses, harsh words, child abuse and if you are not comfortable with all these things then don't read it. Words that were left to say. Words that were meant to be kept inside. Everything started falling apart as the situation grew more worse. I tried to fix things but it ended up getting worst with me getting pain and abuses all along. I tried to escape these pain, abuses, wounds, scars but I realized Thant will never happen as this is how I am born. Rules are made for me and I should follow it otherwise something worse to me comes over. 1. Do not try to go outside the house without any permission. (Picking Taemin from school is only allowed without permission). 2. If found telling people the things that has happened and will happened. If found severe punishment is given. 3. (Not saying here..... read the story to know it,) Main male lead: Kim Taehyung Main female lead: Kim Y/n (Your name) Male child lead: Kim Taemin Releasing on: Wed May 19 2021 Ended on: If found copying and represented in different platforms then severe actions will be taken. Rather then stealing other works try to make your own. The story is not made to effect any of the life like shown. The characters in real life are not the same. This story is just a fictional one and the events that took place in story are not in reality. ©Aarushi_10 ©Aarushi_BTSComplete
ALONE
my first ff also English is not my first language... one more thng.. I stan top tae this ff has some bad contents like rape ..so.. if you are not comfortable then plz go..Complete
Empty Living
Just a little sha-bang of how life can feel so very...hollow. There's also plenty on the social sciences that I discuss if you're into that kind of stuff. I suppose I'd just like for someone to learn something valuable or eye-opening from all this, so I do hope you'll be thinking deeply about the lessons that I aim to teach.Complete
sad multifandome (English)
depression, sad, emtynes, feellings? Warning! The content may be offensive if you don't like to read about .low self esteem then dont read thisComplete
Ferocious Flames
"just snap it out. I don't like people making a pass over me. I believe what we share is precious than love. Don't ruin it! You know You're not in love with me. You might love that effect you have or that feeling and that's it. Love is nothing but a selfish feeling that you have around certain people. You might think that I'm a loner but actually I'm practical.There must be just a couple of mere chemical reactions stimulating you to say stuff like that to me. And for how long you'll have it around me? And even if you stay then it'll be either because you're mature enough to be loyal or you're immature to prove it to the world about this true love Shit. But immaturity and neither loyalty is love. And no one would like to choose to live their whole lives in this kind of uncertainty until and unless they are ignorant enough. So after all love is the degree of your ignorance towards reality. It is same as being a blind. !so don't try it over me because I'm way too practical for love "Complete
The Beauty Of Will
It consumes you. Makes you forget how to be human. Forget how to tell time. Forget how to talk. Forget how to breathe. It's easy to see if you know what to look for. If you haven't felt it, then I feel sorry for you. Picture cites - http://www.google.com/search?q=anime+boy+with+black+hair+and+green+eyes&client=ms-android-verizon&site=webhp&prmd=inmv&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjVlfDF_ffRAhUQ8GMKHegaCl4Q_AUIBygB&biw=360&bih=615#imgrc=-lL9UK6mdMfcYM: - http://www.google.com/search?q=anime+boy+with+black+hair+and+green+eyes&client=ms-android-verizon&site=webhp&prmd=inmv&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjVlfDF_ffRAhUQ8GMKHegaCl4Q_AUIBygB&biw=360&bih=615#tbm=isch&q=anime+boy+with+glasses&chips=q:anime+boy+with+glasses,g_1:hipster&imgrc=_Complete
39 Days
I call this a beautiful journey of my lifeless existence. I don't know what's happening, but I seem to be living my life all over again, in my mind. It feels so real but seems like a dream to me. I'm confused, lost, worried, but I hope to find answers to what truly went wrong.Complete
Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one that drives down the interstate and imagines what it would be like to steer just a little to the right and crash through the guardrails or drive off the side of a cliff, maybe hit a tree or two while going eighty miles per hour. Am I the only one that wants to know what it would be like to feel the sting of glass shattering from the windshield and cutting into your skin, blood trickling down your face and the copper taste hitting your lips. Would I scream? Would I try to escape and call for help or would I stay frozen in place? I wonder if anyone would really even miss me, would the world be different in any way? My work would have to find someone to work the night shift, someone would have to clear out my apartment so that a new tenant can move in, my mom and dad would have to pretend to be torn apart over the lose of their eldest daughter. I don't think much would change, I have no real significance in this world. I don't think any of my friends would be too terribly distraught over it, it's not as if there's anyone I talk to on a regular basis anyway. I push down on the accelerator, watching as the speedometer hits one hundred and I check my mirrors for cops, smiling to myself when I see that I'm the only car on the road at this hour. I turn up my radio and drive the familiar roads way too fast, sometimes swerving between the lines, unable to hear anything but the music vibrating throughout the entire car.
More detailsContent Guidelines