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I don't understand

Leituras 1,227
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Capítulos 91
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Leituras 1,227
Votos 228
Capítulos 91
Tempo 37m

alone contemplation depression missing sadness

Lately, I've been pushed through a bunch of heartaches and pains. I'm lonely, but.. I'm starting to see that I dont think I matter really anymore. 

Is my existence really worth keeping in peoples lives?Todos os Direitos Reservados

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When reality splits [completed], de KatMoon11

All I want is to be alone. I wish that no one existed. My name is Zeina. I don't talk much. Not at all actually. Well not really. I sign or write things down in my notebook. I can speak. But I really only speak to those I trust. Today I'm gonna die. Don't feel bad for me, I am choosing my fate after all. Im tired of living. It's exhausting really living up to your own expectations and the expectations of others. I'm sick of shaving every inch of my limbs, plucking my eye brows, doing my hair, getting dress. Honestly I'm sick of people. My hair is long and dark brown with blonde in it. I have bangs that hang over my face and ever so slightly across my eyes. I don't have friends. My family sucks. So if you're reading this I have a question for you. Are you an outcast too. Everyday I come home from school, take sleeping pills, and go to sleep. Now I just want to sleep. Infinitely. (A/N I'm currently editing this!)

Unknown, de xDancingDollx

I Was 6 When I Found Out I Was Adopted, And I Found Out The Hard Way Too. All These Lies And Unpredictable People Are Worthless. In This World You Have To Learn How To Live Alone. How To Be Genuine..But Also How To Acknowledged The Fact That When You Want Something..Get It. Even If It Means Lives Have To Be Taken Away.The Unknown Will Bite Hard Cause In This Life Theirs Only A "Hard Way". My Way.

My Twisted Tale, de Venmouth

I grew up in a broken home, where words were weapons-sharper than any blade, leaving invisible scars that cut deeper than any physical wound. Actions followed suit, leaving me battered, bruised, and broken. Pain wasn't a fleeting visitor-it was my constant companion. The blood that stained my skin became a cruel reminder of the endless struggles I was forced to endure. Rejection wasn't just something I felt-it was an unrelenting force that stalked me, whether at home, in the cold halls of school, or in the deafening silence of my own mind. I was convinced that I was worthless, unlovable, and destined to a life of torment. Then, something changed-or so I thought. I met people who seemed different. For the first time, I wasn't just seen as the shattered girl I had become. They looked past the surface scars, both the ones I wore openly and the ones buried deep within me, offering kindness in a world that had forgotten it existed. I let myself believe in their words and actions, allowing a small flame of hope to flicker inside me. Slowly, piece by piece, I began to rebuild myself, grasping at any sense of normalcy I could find. I convinced myself that maybe, just maybe, my pain didn't define me. But in the end, I was wrong about them. They, too, left me broken. This is my journey-surviving the violence of words and actions, fighting through abuse and rejection, and still finding the strength to rise. Even in the darkest moments, when it feels like there's nothing left, I fought through the pain, piece by piece, until I finally found my worth.

You don't know me, de You_Dont_Know_Me9374

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ Not for the faint of heart, I explore dark parts of my mind and unfurl them for your own enjoyment. All of these stories are true. You don't know me, and you're never going to. This is basically just a shitty diary of my life with very few details as to who I am, Don't want to scare you off. Feel free to read but I don't really care. I'm just a screwed up guy that everyone knows and nobody cares about really. If you can't tell I'll probably swear quite a bit in this so if you don't like that I'm sorry, but this really isn't a good read anyway it's just me complaining about the fact I still exist. Actually no, whilst I did start this to complain about my life, the stories are fluctuating, as I discover I am infact worthy of love, even I don't believe it at all times. I hope you enjoy my rantings. ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

CO:Crazy One, de famouslemon

The world can be unfair to people,Do they deserve to live like that?Does the world care?Do we care?My Old life ended,My new life just started.But it felt like i missed a part.NO memories.We have problems.Does the world care,Do WE care?We don't share our problems.We solve it on our own,But sometimes problems come back,even when you don't want it... How stupid was i ? HELLO IT'S ME, THE WRITER WHO'S CRINGING AT THE BAD GRAMMAR AND SPELLING OF THE 13/14 YEAR OLD ME. CURRENTLY IN TEARS BECAUSE WHY DID I NOT CHECK THE SPELLING. HOW COULD SO MANY PEOPLE READ IT.

The Forgotten, de Marieebhardt

I used to think I didn't need anyone. Friends, family, people-I kept them at a distance, too caught up in my own world to care. I ignored messages, brushed off invitations, and acted like I had more important things to do. Then, one day, I stepped outside, and no one knew who I was. Not my friends. Not my family. Not even the barista who made my coffee every morning. I tried everything-calling, pleading, screaming-but it didn't matter. It was like I had never existed. I don't know how or why, but I'm cursed. No matter what I do, no one remembers me. And the worst part? I can't even blame them. I was the one who pushed everyone away. Maybe this is what I deserve. At first, I fought it. I tried to make people remember. But nothing worked. Eventually, I stopped trying. What's the point of fighting when there's no one left to fight for? I exist, but I don't matter. I live, but I'm completely alone. And now, I'm starting to wonder-if no one remembers me, do I even exist at all?

it749216: His Life, His Reality, de it749216

Can my life get better or for worse? Or is it just my reality is going to stay this same way?

Divided Within, de nene271

Everyone in this world wants to be accepted, but suppose no matter how much you try you never achieve? I'm a princess, Heela Hall, and I thought I would be born with acceptance but I was wrong. They all hated me for things I don't even remember doing but I am sorry for. I thought if I locked the parts of me away that they didn't like, I would finally be accepted not only by my kingdom but by myself. But something went wrong. Which caused me to be on the run from the same people I was trying to please. I ran away from my family, I ran away from my kingdom, but how do you run away from yourself? I thought I knew, but then I realized you can't...... so each breath I take, each day I wake up I'm forced to live with who I am inside. Hopefully, I can accept myself because I'm not the only one who will be hurt if I can't.

Mr. Cold-hearted, de dayellisdiz

I am dead inside but I just ignore it all, until something happens. I met someone and now I need to fight with my inner demons... and discover myself.

Restarting, de CocktailsChopstix

There is a war raging within me, a constant battle between what I know and what I feel. My priorities became a blur after you happened, and absence never felt so real.

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When reality splits [completed]

All I want is to be alone. I wish that no one existed. My name is Zeina. I don't talk much. Not at all actually. Well not really. I sign or write things down in my notebook. I can speak. But I really only speak to those I trust. Today I'm gonna die. Don't feel bad for me, I am choosing my fate after all. Im tired of living. It's exhausting really living up to your own expectations and the expectations of others. I'm sick of shaving every inch of my limbs, plucking my eye brows, doing my hair, getting dress. Honestly I'm sick of people. My hair is long and dark brown with blonde in it. I have bangs that hang over my face and ever so slightly across my eyes. I don't have friends. My family sucks. So if you're reading this I have a question for you. Are you an outcast too. Everyday I come home from school, take sleeping pills, and go to sleep. Now I just want to sleep. Infinitely. (A/N I'm currently editing this!)