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No Clue

Leituras 356
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Capítulos 54
Tempo 1h 9m

Leituras 356
Votos 5
Capítulos 54
Tempo 1h 9m

because careful darkish dontreadthis emo gettherapy late noclue random weird words

I suck at writing so don't expect a story.  If I do write a story it probably won't be good so don't expect much.  I'm probably going to write random rhyming things or ramblings because I can't sleep or I get bored. Read if you want there'll probably be some messed up things so uh yeah. Read if you want...

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Forgot I wrote this RIP if anyone really liked this, but it was sad teenage angst. Anyway I got therapy, changed my pronouns, have a supportive girlfriend, and hate myself a little less. Hang in there!Todos os Direitos Reservados

because careful darkish dontreadthis emo gettherapy late noclue random weird words

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Sleeping with Scars, de Rosey-Pebbles

You'll have to read it to find out. Author's Note: There is some self-harm in here but I'll try not to make it to detailed and I'll also let you know before hand. STAY STRONG!!! <3 Please do not take anything from my story. Thank you!! Edited 1K reads as of February 2019

Someone New ✓, de wambuimuiruriii

"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

snippets from when i was a suicidal preteen, de xbluedaydreamsx

just poems, short stories, and random descriptions for stories I never wrote. all from when I was an emo middle schooler. also, most of them are cringe but hey I was like 12-14 (from years 2017-2019 btw, I'm currently 20) when I wrote most of these so.. oh and uhh trigger warning for some of these.. obviously.

Safety In Numbers ( BWWM) On HOLD, de _itstheRitaaa

I've been bullied since as long as I can remember. Dark skin is so this or so that. And it seemed to get worse when I gained weight. "Now not only is she dark, she's fat too!" I couldn't escape it even if I tired. I even attempted to commit suicide. Sitting in the bathtub with nothing but pills a razor and social media looking at all the people that hate you would do that. I tried to make it go away, Lord knows but he had a blessing coming for me. I just had to wait. But I knew even in my waiting it was going to be an uphill battle. Will I win the battle?

Tainted, de EmelySwift

I'm stuck. Nowhere to go, no way out. I just have to sit here and hope whoever I get sold off to is going to at least give me some freedom. Though I highly doubt it. The way things are going for me here anyway, it's not like I have any hope at surviving, let alone living. Whoever get's me is probably going to be worse than here and I can not stop it. Can I?

Love Misunderstood, de SophieLeo03

I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.

Sleepless Nights, de randomwriting4

These are just some things I write when it's late at night and I can't sleep... -first thing i've published, i'm well aware how amateur it is... if you're willing to endure it then i love you. I'll probably love you anyways though oops :*

Random Shite.....idk, de irl_BraadVengolor

This is random shite I just write down if I feel like it.....it'll be of mostly what i'm feeling at that time of day (or 1:00 am) and/or night...preeeeeetty much me ranting on how fucked up my life is and on how worthless I am but....AAAAANYWAY! Enjoy...boi

Her Breaking Point, de AuthorOliviaGrace

He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

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You'll have to read it to find out. Author's Note: There is some self-harm in here but I'll try not to make it to detailed and I'll also let you know before hand. STAY STRONG!!! <3 Please do not take anything from my story. Thank you!! Edited 1K reads as of February 2019