Broken
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Built for the Storm: A Journey Through a Mind That Won't Sit Still
Sometimes, I feel like I was designed not to live - but just to survive. My brain doesn't crave joy, meaning, or legacy - it just tries to prevent crisis. It calculates food, money, safety. It panics. It runs. It hides. And somehow... it keeps missing life. I've spent years trying to understand why my mind behaves this way. Why it imagines catastrophes while standing still. Why it avoids the simplest task. Why it overthinks even brushing teeth, but can ride a cycle for 100 km in the rain without blinking. One day, when I was still, completely still... with no task to distract me... this strange feeling overtook me. The thought that maybe - just maybe - I am not supposed to design my own purpose. I looked up. And I said, silently: "God... if You made me this way... if You crafted this restless, impulsive, chaos-driven machine of a brain... then You must know where I fit. Use me. Don't let me rot in guilt and survival. Don't let me just float. You know this universe in ways I never can. You know every corner of it. So You must know the one place where this exact wiring of mine can become meaningful." This wasn't surrender from pain. It was surrender from trying to control something I've clearly never understood. I don't need peace. I don't need success. I need to be used. Fully. For something only this kind of life, this kind of mind, could contribute. If I am a tool, let me build something. If I am a flame, let me burn where light is needed. But don't keep me in the dark asking, "Why me?" Maybe I wasn't built to ask. I was built to be assigned.Complete
Give me reasons (Complete)JB
"I want you to myself. And whatever I want I get." He added. "No not me." I say. "I don't take no for an answer." He said. "YOU DON'T FUCKING OWN ME!" I yell at him.Complete
Forbidden (Jason McCann X Reader)
"Let me help you." "You can't help someone who's broken."Complete
The Invisible Girl {Justin Bieber x Nina Dobrev}
It's never easy being classed as a loser at school especially when you've got a crush on the most popular guy who happens to like you back but for some reason when he's infront of his friend he treats you like you're INVISIBLEComplete
𝐏𝐓𝐒𝐃
Delete the old version of me in your head please, I'm not her anymore.Complete
The secret side of me
I was born this way part vampire, wizard, mermaid, but no one not even my parents knew these secrets, not even my BFF Justin Bieber who I've know since day one of existence since we were the same age and shared the birthday, not really in real life, but those that have read my other stories you know what I mean, and when I was young in this story my mother died and my father remarried she's horrible and abuses me, another secret Justin doesn't know and I hide my feelings well and cover my scars and bruises my dad had no idea. I've decided the only way to deal with my pain is be a tomboy and be like Frozen, in other words conceal don't feel. Justin and his family is my only escape from reality so it's a good thing they live across the street from us because I'm pretty much part of the family.Complete
Sometimes, I feel like I was designed not to live - but just to survive. My brain doesn't crave joy, meaning, or legacy - it just tries to prevent crisis. It calculates food, money, safety. It panics. It runs. It hides. And somehow... it keeps missing life. I've spent years trying to understand why my mind behaves this way. Why it imagines catastrophes while standing still. Why it avoids the simplest task. Why it overthinks even brushing teeth, but can ride a cycle for 100 km in the rain without blinking. One day, when I was still, completely still... with no task to distract me... this strange feeling overtook me. The thought that maybe - just maybe - I am not supposed to design my own purpose. I looked up. And I said, silently: "God... if You made me this way... if You crafted this restless, impulsive, chaos-driven machine of a brain... then You must know where I fit. Use me. Don't let me rot in guilt and survival. Don't let me just float. You know this universe in ways I never can. You know every corner of it. So You must know the one place where this exact wiring of mine can become meaningful." This wasn't surrender from pain. It was surrender from trying to control something I've clearly never understood. I don't need peace. I don't need success. I need to be used. Fully. For something only this kind of life, this kind of mind, could contribute. If I am a tool, let me build something. If I am a flame, let me burn where light is needed. But don't keep me in the dark asking, "Why me?" Maybe I wasn't built to ask. I was built to be assigned.
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