Blurbs of my life
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I, author-chan struggle with my fair share of depression. I guess im writing stories that I tend to think about a lot during my worst days. This is my way of getting pent of feelings out of my system.
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A dream come true. Jenna Ortega x Male reader
The only reason i'm writing this is because my obsession is getting to the point were i'm starting to get depressed. So as i coping mechanism i'm writing a story about her. Seeking help from a therapist is for losers. (Also they take your money and only cause you more problems.) Also this story will also be the second one i complete since it doesn't rely on lore. My upload scedule is still as crack as ever so don't expect chapter early but expect them at 2 am. I also finally was creative enough to think off a title for this story.Lengkap![☆~Jenna and Heather~♡ [VOL.1]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/305832500-256-k414623.jpg)
☆~Jenna and Heather~♡ [VOL.1]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jenna is quiet and distant but has a passion for streaming. But then, one day when she falls asleep in class, she has a strange dream of waking up in a magical place that...almost felt like a fantasyland and then once she blinks it's all gone. Determined to find out what it is, she finds someone who's also been dreaming about the same thing. And so the both of them go on a mission to figure out what they keep dreaming about. (Edit: Never mind about the "blinking and it's all gone" part, this kind of "dream" is endless) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Heather, on the other hand, is a social butterfly, she gets along really well with others, is really sweet, and can light up the whole room with just her bright smile. She prefers to speak English most of the time, however, will speak Spanish if the moment's right. Heather is the popular girl, she knows how to host a party and how to party, how to bake sweets, and has over a million of friends. She's also really rich too and lives in a mansion with her mother and sister. One day, Heather had fallen asleep in class because of a party she attended the day before, and had a dream about waking up in, what seemed to be, a fantasyland. She became determined to find out what the dream meant, and then she met someone who was having the same dream as her, and so the both of them made it their mission to find out why they're having these reoccurring dreams...oh yeah I forgot to mention, she's not very fond of Jenna, since they didn't really have a good start. (Edit: She speaks English throughout most of the story. But, spoiler alert, she speaks Spanish in the final chapter and in one of the bonus chapters.) (Edit 2: I lied.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ⚠️TW!!⚠️ Mention of Depression Mention of Graphic violence Mention of Substances ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (P.S. Cover Art not by me! And also I'll be updating this slowly now. But I hope you enjoy it anyway! :3)Lengkap
Love? Maybe! Lust? Definitely!
Lea, your average 17-year-old. Battling insecurities, education, drama and not to mention, zits! Now she has to battle her hormones as well. And maybe...deal with those who battle for her attention? "You are mine" *my first attempt at writing. If you read, and like it, please vote! If there are any mistakes I may have overlooked, please criticise! Constructive criticism is very much appreciated. And if you hate it, please tell me why so I may make necessary corrections in future. I understand that its not possible for everyone to be happy with my writing but I'm going to try. please like and vote! Every vote encourages me to write more. THANKS!!*Lengkap
ECLIPSED BY SHADOW
──── ⊹₊♕₊⊹ ──── A girl with dreams too big for the world she's trapped in, her heart full of hopes for freedom. But fate has other plans. There's someone out there... her shadow, who sees her not just as a dreamer, but as a prize to claim. He makes her believe she's winning, but in the end, he always pulls her deep into his darkness. Puppet : ~~~~~~~ He destroyed me. Tore me apart until there was nothing left to save. I can't... I can't even breathe without feeling his shadow suffocating me. He stole everything-my dreams, my peace. And now, he's chasing me. Why? To crush what's left? To make me his toy? Or worse... his love? I don't know if he wants me as his puppet to torment or his love to possess, but either way, he's unraveling me. No matter how far I run, his presence clings to me, pulling me back into his darkness each time deeper than before. Puppet Master : ~~~~~~~~~~~~ She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is when she's broken. My fragile, trembling little Doll. She thinks she can run, but she belongs to me. Her innocence calls to me like a melody I can't stop listening to, so pure, so unaware of how deeply she's already mine. Oh, let her try to escape-it only makes the hunt sweeter. I love the way she trembles, the fear in her eyes when she realizes she can't outrun her devil. I'll let her break a hundred more times, let her feel the weight of her hopeless escape. And when she's nothing but shattered glass, I'll mold her into what she was always meant to be. Mine... utterly and completely mine. Ranks:- #1 in review out of 33.8k stories. #2 in awards out of 10.5k stories #3 in alphamale out of 3.22k stories.
Words that speak from the heart
I have trouble speaking my emotions or talking to others so I write Poems and short stories from my heart
GALLAVICH oneshots 🥴🥴💕
One shots of these cuties because I never stop thinking about them. This is my therapy. Hope you enjoy! ~~ Okay, so this is kind of completed? Honestly, I just lost interest and I am more invested in my other story and more stories to come.Lengkap
Thoughts
Poetry♠️♥️♣️♦️ (Please don't copy. All texts are written by me and belong to me.)Lengkap
My Poems
A certain person showed me to write my pain into poems instead of just writing crap down. I still do that but some I make into poems. I just keep them hidden in whatever I write them in, but I decided I should put them here. They probably aren't good but I try.
The only reason i'm writing this is because my obsession is getting to the point were i'm starting to get depressed. So as i coping mechanism i'm writing a story about her. Seeking help from a therapist is for losers. (Also they take your money and only cause you more problems.) Also this story will also be the second one i complete since it doesn't rely on lore. My upload scedule is still as crack as ever so don't expect chapter early but expect them at 2 am. I also finally was creative enough to think off a title for this story.
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