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The Journal || GxG

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Then,I remembered the journal.It was left on the bathroom floor before I attempted suicide.Mother would have been angry at me,she doesn't want a broken daughter,especially if she didn't want a lesbian daughter.
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Don't Forget Me In The Morning by BandsOrBust

When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

Cheat by EgoPlacebo

I've written 3 anonymous online journals so far in my life. The first was as an adolescent, ending when, at 19, I commenced a long term relationship in which my partner had an issue with me writing about my thoughts and feelings in case they were about her. I also had to cease my other creative outlet - drawing. Because she felt it's abstracted nature hid secret messages about her. The second started when that relationship was coming to an end. I needed an outlet. I had nobody to talk to about what I was going through so I secretly started writing again. This is that second journal, when I was around 25 years old, which I've taken from it's retired blogger page and have transferred here. Part of the reason I am doing this is because my daughter, who was very young at the time of writing this, has expressed some curiosity about my journal. One day when she's older and has more life experience it might be OK to see what I'm writing now, but in the meantime, she can read this, a moment in my life for which she was present but that she could not understand at the time.

The Teacher: AKA My Best Friend's Mom (GxG) (TeacherxStudent) by _rock_it_

Her ass hit the front of her desk and there was nowhere else for her to go. I didn't give it a second thought before plastering my lips onto her own. The kiss held fire, and I made sure to give it all I had. I trailed my right hand ever so slightly down her torso, getting closer and closer to the top of the black dress pants she had on today. I hooked a finger in the waistband of her pants before ceasing my movements and moving my mouth beside her ear. "Don't be a tease," I breathed, then walked out the door leaving her dishevelled and horny. Karma's a bitch. R-Rated. Beware, Highly Gay. Trigger Warning- may include scenes relating to rape, death, suicide, self-harm, masturbation, and sex.

Yellow (boyxboy) by bi-omorphic

"For you I'd bleed myself dry." Warnings for abuse and neglect, violence, foul language, and mental disorders. Please be aware of these themes and perhaps more. Stay safe and enjoy!

The Diary of Me by lyssagibson

I have marked this story as "completed" but I don't know if it will ever actual be complete. This is my journal, my secrets, my thoughts. This is The Diary of Me.

The Girl with no Emotions (GirlxGirl) by Kathy202

I was only 7 when I met her, but we had an instant connection. We were inseperable. She was always happy and joyful around me, but me on the other hand, I was a completely different story. I suffered a disorder that caused me to have no emotions. I told her my condition and she understood, but one day she dissapeared, I didn't feel sad, worried or angry like I should have. I just continued my day like any other day, but by myself. I continued to have no friends as I got older and talked to no one, but it didn't bother me. I soon became the "weirdo" as most people would say. I became known as the girl with no emotions.

Quit Being A Bitch And Love Me by ufwkay32

I have no doubt she could feel my breathing on her face. I grabbed her chin with my hand and pulled her face even closer. "I'm not telling you to leave because I don't like your dick. I'm telling you to leave because I want your dick. I want it inside of me right now, and I want it in there until I fucking pass out. But I am a faithful person, even if I don't like the fucking bastard I am married to. So again I say. Get. The fuck. Out." I lowly growled at her.

Days of my life by angrycamel

Days that she's have lived through Days she hasn't forgotten Its time to reclaim her life That she left in them days All feedback welcome, if you plan to be kind!

The Boy That Stole My Heart Boyxboy by igrowlandbite

ITS FINISHED EVERYONE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT. I HOPE THIS STORY MEANS AS MUCH TO YOU AS IT DOES ME. (Please don't let the first chapter stop you from reading this. It's such a good story. Please let me know what you think!!!!! LOVE YOU GUYS!

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Don't Forget Me In The Morning

When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.