One day I'll be a butterfly
- Reads 82
- Votes 5
- Parts 5
Ongoing5m
Last published Sat, Dec 12, 2020
Random thoughts of mine, retranscriptions of some moments of my life 'cause I have this annoying urge to talk about my self all the time.
Basically some personal shit nobody's interested in.
I just feel the need to write my feelings away, that's my free therapy session, yeah.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Silent Echoes
This is where I let everything out-the chaos, the silence, the things I can't say out loud. It doesn't judge, doesn't ask why, doesn't need explanations. It just exists, ready to catch whatever spills from my mind, whether it's broken pieces or fleeting moments of joy. It feels like talking to someone who's always there but never speaks, just listens-and somehow, that's enough.Complete
A Chapter Named C
Everything I wrote about you...Complete
A Book Of Poems
Random poems that express my thoughts and feelings or random povs that you might relate to :)Complete
5 Stages of the...Depressed State Of Mind;
A love story ''somewhat'' about turning the last 5 years of my life into hope for the depressed state of mind. Discovering love, loss, Pain and growing my testimony tears during a worldwide lock-down and pandemic.Complete
The Midnight Rantings Of Someone Lost
Some of these will be short stories, others letters to both real and fictional people, and really whatever else I see fit to add Also, I put this under poetry bc it was that or random And i'll be changing the cover in the near future
Writings of Expression
Just some poems I wrote. Have a great day, rest of your week, and life!
This is where I let everything out-the chaos, the silence, the things I can't say out loud. It doesn't judge, doesn't ask why, doesn't need explanations. It just exists, ready to catch whatever spills from my mind, whether it's broken pieces or fleeting moments of joy. It feels like talking to someone who's always there but never speaks, just listens-and somehow, that's enough.
More detailsContent Guidelines