QUERIDO NOVIO, (PROXIMAMENTE EX-NOVIO)
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The Rich Emo: Ouran High School Host Club
Loneliness. Depression. Broken. Scared. Devastated. Hopeless. Mournful. Disheartening. Bleak. Joyless. Somber. I have no one. Depression and Loneliness are the only things I feel. My family tries to make me happy, but I just put on a fake smile and cry about it in my room. They act like everything is alright, but everything is not. They KNOW I was devastated about Mom's murder. They KNOW I was heartbroken about Dad's sickness that eventually killed him. That's all I've thought about. Devastation and heartbroken. Just because of those two things. Never in my life I have been this devastating. Dayton, Hayden, Angel, or Monica know how to make me truly happy. Not even my own siblings know how to make me show a real smile. Suicide is all I can think about day to day and I've almost died because of that. DEPRESSION IS A REAL THING. NO ONE KNOWS HOW I FEEL EVERYDAY. NO ONE CAN JUDGE OTHERS ABOUT DEPRESSION OR EVEN MAKE JOKES ABOUT IT BECAUSE ITS A REAL THING. DEPRESSION HAS KILLED PEOPLE. EVERYONE IN MY LIFE JUDGES ME JUST BECAUSE I DON'T SMILE, LAUGH, HUG, OR DO ANYTHING NORMAL PEOPLE DO. I CUT MYSELF, I CRY, I YELL, I VENT, I PUSH PEOPLE OUT OF MY LIFE. Those are the things people are worried about me. "Go kill yourself and join your parents in hell." They say and I just shrug it off and find a private place to hide and cry it out. "I CAN'T DEAL WITH LIFE ANYMORE!!!!" I say and I use my sharp nails and cut myself then cry some more. A gun is buried within my arm for defense from my dad, but I use it in case I am tired of society. Then that's when I met the Host Club. They saw my sadness and made me a part of it to repay my debt for accidentally breaking a vase. I am now a Host for men to flatter them, but how can normal guys want me to be a Host when I wear lip earrings, eyeliner, chains, and have a gun in my arm? I'm the definition of Hell. Then he made me smile again, something that I thought I would never get back. Happiness.Complete
Minimum wage maid
Hi I'm Selena, i'm 22 and I'm from Ohio but I moved to New York City because I was excepted into N.Y.F.A.A.That stands for New York Fine Arts Academy. I graduated last year and now I'm a working women. I really took off after college. I live at the Parizio hotel in the center of New York City. I'm a working actress on Broadway and I am constantly starring in productions there. I actually have an audition this Tuesday that im really exited for it. If only......... Actually nothing I just said was true.Complete
My Fake Marrige To Michael Jackson
Hello my name is Yn Ln and I'm a ordinary women. I'm 33 and I live in an old run down apartment in California. I have no family that I know of except my uncle Jerry,I have no children and I'm single. But that didn't last long because I'm in a fake relationship with none other then Michael Jackson. But my mother once told me, "How Could You Fake Something So Real That You Didn't Even Know Was Real In The First Place." #112 in #michaeljacksonComplete
His lover
Y/n (you're name) she lives in y/s (you're state) somewhere where it isn't too popular she has lived there her entire life. Now what happens when she meets a famous man who just got broken up with will she mend his heart even tho both are different from each other.Complete
Lightning
This is my story. My life. Now before you read or turn away, I must warn you my life is anything but normal. Bad luck seems to follow me and everyone I love. Abuse, drugs, alcohol, heartbreak, loss; all of the above. I still don't know how I am here. Dealing with this endless cycle of depression and darkness.Complete
Mystery girl
Isabella here but call me issy. Imma laid back person and like to have fun but im focused on my grades and my future. I live with my mom and lil my brother im 17 if you must know and you wont find out how i look till later on in the story My whole life is going ti change whn we move to the small town and i meet that one person i do things i never thought i would beforeComplete
Fake Not-Fake Relationship
*Kyra Martin* It was never easy for me to hide my emotions, and that's the cause of all my problems now. I am a writer, or rather, I was. Now I'm just a heartbroken girl with only one published book and several drafts. Ever since that incident, I couldn't find it in my to right anything worth publishing. So, when I get advised to find my inspiration, I take it seriously. I decided that the only way for me to write love is to feel love. But the thing is, I don't want to burden anyone with my feelings. That's why I decided to go searching for a guy that I can fall in love with but he won't be burdened by my love for him. And that's when I found him. *Austin Smith* He is a player, well actually a retired player. He claims to have never fallen in love and will never fall for anyone. He does not believe in it. He is the perfect person for me. To him, the relationship is as fake as possible, but to me, I try my best to convince myself that it isn't. And that's how we got tied up, in this fake-not-fake relationship. ... "So, to be clear, is this a fake relationship?" I asked, furrowing my brows as I always did. "It is for me." he said carelessly, taking a bite of his toast. "But it isn't for me." I retorted. He stared at me, "Then it's simple. We are in a Fake Not- Fake Relationship. Simple."Complete
The Perks of Dating Cameron Dallas
Just so you know I do use y/n because I know how much it bothers people when they see someone else's name haha. Y/n moved to Los Angeles hoping to start her life over. She wasn't the person that everyone grew to like. Hoping to meet new people she runs into the person that she's been in love with for years. But there's just one problem with being with him. Will y/n get the change that she wanted or will she be stuck with the same problems that she had back home?Complete
Two Worlds (Under Construction!)
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. I'm Mary Josephine. Daughter of Roger Josephine. Rich, famous businessman. I'm 17, shy, quiet but tough and can be quite the devil if I want to be. I have no trust in guys whatsoever after an incident that happened to me two years ago. My father doesn't even notice me. We're strangers living in the same house. I decided that that's going to change so I start doing crazy things which is quite easy to do in L.A......I get in trouble....jail time even....expecting to get attention from my father. Instead he does something unexpected. He ships me out to my mother's farm in the middle of no where. While there not only am I haunted by my past but I meet someone from a totally different world....and fall for him. Two people...from two different worlds....these two are actually more closer than they think. And what happens when Mary falls for him? Will they be able to stay together or will her trust in guys control everything? And what happens when something dark is always lurking behind every corner....waiting to pounce? This is her story.Complete
Bullied by my Love (MB Story)
Hi im YN and I am 17 and I Am (Description Of Your Self) And I Live Next Door You My Ex Friend and Formal Bully ChresComplete
Loneliness. Depression. Broken. Scared. Devastated. Hopeless. Mournful. Disheartening. Bleak. Joyless. Somber. I have no one. Depression and Loneliness are the only things I feel. My family tries to make me happy, but I just put on a fake smile and cry about it in my room. They act like everything is alright, but everything is not. They KNOW I was devastated about Mom's murder. They KNOW I was heartbroken about Dad's sickness that eventually killed him. That's all I've thought about. Devastation and heartbroken. Just because of those two things. Never in my life I have been this devastating. Dayton, Hayden, Angel, or Monica know how to make me truly happy. Not even my own siblings know how to make me show a real smile. Suicide is all I can think about day to day and I've almost died because of that. DEPRESSION IS A REAL THING. NO ONE KNOWS HOW I FEEL EVERYDAY. NO ONE CAN JUDGE OTHERS ABOUT DEPRESSION OR EVEN MAKE JOKES ABOUT IT BECAUSE ITS A REAL THING. DEPRESSION HAS KILLED PEOPLE. EVERYONE IN MY LIFE JUDGES ME JUST BECAUSE I DON'T SMILE, LAUGH, HUG, OR DO ANYTHING NORMAL PEOPLE DO. I CUT MYSELF, I CRY, I YELL, I VENT, I PUSH PEOPLE OUT OF MY LIFE. Those are the things people are worried about me. "Go kill yourself and join your parents in hell." They say and I just shrug it off and find a private place to hide and cry it out. "I CAN'T DEAL WITH LIFE ANYMORE!!!!" I say and I use my sharp nails and cut myself then cry some more. A gun is buried within my arm for defense from my dad, but I use it in case I am tired of society. Then that's when I met the Host Club. They saw my sadness and made me a part of it to repay my debt for accidentally breaking a vase. I am now a Host for men to flatter them, but how can normal guys want me to be a Host when I wear lip earrings, eyeliner, chains, and have a gun in my arm? I'm the definition of Hell. Then he made me smile again, something that I thought I would never get back. Happiness.
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