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I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024Concluída
Not good enough
after a year of love and self acceptance. things start to get hard again. love breaks and comes back promises are broken will they be strong enough ? or will they fall apart? the car crush will they survive ?Concluída
Texting.
"I met the love of my life today. I met fans today. He smiled at me. They were sweet. We took a picture. I took a lot of pictures. I hugged him. So many of them were hugging me. I told him he was my world. Some of them said nice things. I wanted to be different. She was acting different. I introduced myself. She told me her name but I can't remember. He's my world. She's a fan. I love him. I love my fans." WARNING THIS MAY HAVE TRIGGERS, MAINLY ON THE SUBJECT OF ANOREXIA AND DEPRESSION AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS WILL BE A TRIGGER TO YOU OR IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THE SUBJECTS.Concluída
The Light and the One Just Like Me
"I don't understand him, and I don't think I'll ever do. The way he thinks, the way he looks at the world, it's just confusing. But it hurt. My chest wouldn't stop hurting, no matter what I did. It was never like this. With her, it didn't hurt this bad. With them, it didn't hurt this bad. It hurts... It hurts... Someone... make it stop... Please..." Content warning: Suicides, Panic Attacks, Medicine Overdoes, Death, Depression (Please do not read if you are currently depressed or are having thoughts of suicide, though my dm will be opened if anyone wants to talk)Concluída
Abigail
(In editing) She's depressed. She's anorexic. She's suicidal. She's insecure. Abigail has grown up with her three brothers and James, never meeting her parents, who abandoned her at birth. Her brothers were left to take care of her and keep a roof over their heads. Everyday they struggle to take care of Abigail, while working to keep them in their home. Life for them is hard. Life for Abigail is even harder. She has a dark mind and not by choice. Somewhere along the way she's developed these feelings of loneliness and hopelessness. Everyday is a struggle for her and just getting out of bed is a success. She meets Zach, a bad boy with a bad reputation. He starts off as a tutor, just to help her out, out of pity. But eventually feelings get involved and Abigail finds herself liking a boy for the first time in her life. Things get serious and she somehow learns about his drug dealing business. Everything gets hectic and Abigail doesn't know what to do with her life anymore. Or if she even wants to live.Concluída
Fix Me, I'm Broken
Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®Concluída
Perspective
The tall pretty blonde, the rich boy on her arm, famous mom, famous dad. Bridesmaid, Sister, Cousin. --------------------------------------------------------------------- pǝʇɔᴉppɐ snoᴉʌuǝ pᴉɐɹɟɐ ʇɥƃᴉǝʍ ƃuᴉsol I fight, I breathe, I lose.Concluída
Mirror Mirror Can't You See, What You Show Is Killing Me
Two years ago, Caia lost everything and everyone she loved. Now every day is a struggle; she's lost the ability to eat, and not care. Counting calories, and days since the tragedy, Caia's not sure she wants to live anymore. The only one who can convince her not to go is Ky, her best friend and boyfriend since what happened. Can he make her believe life's worth living before it's too late? TRIGGER WARNING: this book deals with the topics of anorexia, suicide, and depression. If reading this would be harmful to you, please do not. If any of my readers deal with these issues, feel free to message me. go follow @bombpeach where this story is featured in a reading listConcluída
A Bone to Pick
My experience going through the ups and downs of anorexia and orthorexia, detailing the mental and physical effects it had on me. Hopefully it'll help those in the same boat and let them know that they're not alone in their fight.Concluída
Mentally Broken
(Warning: If you don't feel comfortable with cutting, suicide, etc. I wouldn't read this story) How did I end up here, in a mental hospital? I'm not a physco, right? After all, I'm just a suicidal girl who tried to kill herself by pointing a gun to her head. I don't belong here in this hellhole. I don't want a roommate who's crazy in the head. His name is Justin Bieber, by the way. He doesn't belong here either. Justin's actually pretty normal. We're just victims of society who can't help ourselves. We're mentally fucked up. We're mentally trapped. We're Mentally Broken.Concluída
I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024
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