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So there is something I need to say. I have really bad depression *BOOM* and I have attempted a lot *BOOM* but its okay. I've been get better. Anyways, this is gonna be more of a journal for me to see how I have come from being so bad I don't want to go to school. But feel free to read it. I will update the title (if I can I forget if I can) to however many months I am clean. Any who, enjoy if you would. Idk

*CONTAINS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE ATTEMPTS, EATING PILLS, ECT.*

Ps. Many people might not believe what I say if I talk about what has happened in the past. This is 100% true. It is more of a journal for me to look back on and see how I have gotten better this is not a fiction story for people to read alto I would still love for you guys to read it. It reveals a lot ago me. Also no a/n because this isn't a story so yea no false updi guess.Tous Droits Réservés

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Deception 4, écrit par __AnonymousWriter

I'm done crying. If life taught me anything, it would be to not give a flying fuck. Crying didn't get me anywhere. Writing helped a little. But it's over. My life is so fucked up that it's time to start over. But how? Where do I start? I've been lied to, lied on, hell I don't even know who loves me. But Karma...now that's a bad bitch. She come when I least expect her. I don't understand. What did I ever do to deserve the pain and hurt people have caused me. Like I said before, people change. People don't know how to react to certain situations. Well I'm done. I'm done with certain people and certain things. It's a new me. No more crying, no more pain. Fuck everything. Sometimes I wonder what to do. When people lie to me, what should I do? I mean, what would you do if someone is being...deceptive?

Maybe? - A Kryoz x Reader, écrit par glxssynarvi

(THIS BIO MAKES NO SENSE, I'M ONLY KEEPING THIS STORY CUZ SOME COMMENTS ARE FUNNY ASF AND THIS STORY HAS DONE WELL) [COMPLETED] Y/n breathed in. And breathed out. She was nervous, her nerves were getting to her. "You'll be okay..." Y/n sighed. Y/n closed her eyes... And jumped. (TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELF-HARMERS AND LIGHT-MINDED PEOPLE!! MANY ROUGH TOPICS COVERED, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS!!) [16,588 Words Total in this story]

Beyond The Past (My Toxic Relationship), écrit par stylesiconic

I'll be honest, this isn't a story it's more or less a really long journal entry about my toxic relationship. I'm not really writing this to get views or anything of that sort -kinda more just to get closure and maybe help out others who are in a similar situation. With that being said if you choose to read this be warned there are triggers regarding drugs, alcohol, suicide, gaslighting, miscarriage, manipulation and so much more. Please read at your own risk.

the suicide mind, écrit par Dileyne18xo

"and you left me with bad habits like cracking my knuckles and wearing your sweater because the smell of you still lingers. you left me chewing at the skin of my skin on my lips because maybe just maybe if it's gone the taste of you will be too, but the problem is i can't tear off my skin. so i'm left with the shivers down my spine when my body remembers your hands running up my back as you kissed me and it paralyzes me because i miss it. i miss you. i miss smiling between kisses because damn you just made me happy and I thought I made you just as happy because you would smile and whisper "what" but i would just shake my head and pull you close and it was real. it was. all of it. so why did you leave me? why?"

"Diary" of an Autistic, écrit par Not_Tireless_158

Hi. I'm Jas, and in case you didn't know, I am autistic. I have Asperger's Syndrome. I'm writing this book just so I can jot some of my thoughts down, and so you can see what it's really like to be autistic, well, for me at least. My best friend made a good comparison just the other day, no two fingerprints are the same, just like no two autistics are the same. I hope you'll enjoy this "diary" and no, I will not put too much about my personal life in here unless you deserve to know about something big happening to me. The other juicy deets are for a real diary. However, there will be sneak peeks to some of the stories I am writing within the confines of this so-called diary. I will also be offering random bits of advice from time to time, and you will get to meet some of my developing characters/ocs that will be featured in my future works. Warning 1: My characters and ocs are still in development, so they might come off as Mary-Sueish, and I don't want my characters to be annoying Mary Sues, so feel free to give feedback and/or constructive critisism on them: it would be a big help if you did because your advice would speed up their development and bring you the stories I am writing much faster than it would working on this on my own. Warning 2: This will have a mature rating because I am a huge potty mouth and I have depression so there'll probably be a lot of swearing and angst. Update: I have level 2 autism, as people do not use the term Asperger's Syndrome anymore, but the term Asperger's Syndrome is what I grew up hearing, so that's what I'm going to use.

Secret Mind ✓, écrit par sadlyish

"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

Suicidal, écrit par peetathatswholock

I'm just going to write part of the story because I'm terrible at descriptions. "See, Harry," I say, showing him a beautiful picture of the city, "these are reasons to live." "Looks like a perfect place to die to me," Harry says. "Harry, just listen to me. You're not worthless. You're not fat. You're not ugly. Please just stop saying these terrible things about yourself." "Yes I am. People tell me that all the time. They tell me to slit my wrists, I listen to them. They tell me I'm worthless, I believe them. They tell me I'm fat, I listen to them and starve myself. So people don't think the same as you. But it's not like it matters what one person says," Harry says sadly. "Awwww, my poor little cupcake! It's okay, sweetie, I'll help you," I tell him. "A-and AJ," Harry stutters, "P-people say that you hate me and want me to die just as much as them. Is that true?" "No, Harry. I love you very, very much. Please don't do these terrible things to yourself." Read the rest to find out!

You don't know me, écrit par 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 ⚠️

The Words I couldn't Say, écrit par -silentmochi

This is a place for me to put all the things I wish I said but I just couldn't. These are a way for me to "say" these things without actually saying them to the person I want to. I probably won't ever go back or read any of these because it's like revisiting a bad memory so don't expect much in terms of editing. Also I wouldn't consider this poetry but it is laid out that way. WARNING Talk of depression, suicide, anxiety, and self harm. Don't read if you don't like things like that and may get triggered. I don't mean to cause anyone problems of any sort, but these are the things I feel and can't help. Please keep negativity away as this is a sensitive subject for a lot of people. Thank you. Highest rankings: 99 in sadpoems Highest rankings: 118 in iwannadie

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Deception 4

I'm done crying. If life taught me anything, it would be to not give a flying fuck. Crying didn't get me anywhere. Writing helped a little. But it's over. My life is so fucked up that it's time to start over. But how? Where do I start? I've been lied to, lied on, hell I don't even know who loves me. But Karma...now that's a bad bitch. She come when I least expect her. I don't understand. What did I ever do to deserve the pain and hurt people have caused me. Like I said before, people change. People don't know how to react to certain situations. Well I'm done. I'm done with certain people and certain things. It's a new me. No more crying, no more pain. Fuck everything. Sometimes I wonder what to do. When people lie to me, what should I do? I mean, what would you do if someone is being...deceptive?