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this will be my online diary to express myself feel free to vent in the comments.
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Someone New ✓
"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 overboardCompleet
Second No More, a novel
I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday. It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all. From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children. Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really. The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . . . . . because they're reserved for her. For readers: * I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! * Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. * Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. It takes a lot of courage to publish your work and for others to actively engage in a community. I'd like to keep this a safe and fun place to rage at imperfect heroes and cheer for darling heroines! * I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! * Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating. Happy reading, everyone! ADS/Imaginationgirl35Compleet
My life story
This is basically the story of my life. I'm gonna post my entire childhood at one time and as different chapters but I'll have monthly updates after my life so far has been posted. This is also partly my diary so I'll post some entries of things that happen in a single day or some opinions/rants I have. Will end in June, 2018 since I've grew bored of this story. High School will be a situation on it's own.Compleet
Dear Diary: But Seriously, What the Fuck?
I don't blog, just needed a place to vent. Who knows, maybe someone will read it and empathize or sympathize with me. All I know is, we're not alone. No matter how different we look on the outside, we all go through the same bloody bullshit. So this is me, getting all therapeutic and trying to survive this life as a person living with multiple chronic illnesses. And it fucking sucks! Hopefully writing about it will help me see the beauty I know, that still exists in the world, regardless of the pain I am/we are in. xoxoCompleet
love is not easy 🌼
hello guys! #this is my first story and English is not my first language so if I have made any mistake then plz forgive me 🙏🏻 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚 -𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ..... 𝐀𝐝𝐢- 𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 . 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐲...... 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐚 -𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲.𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 . 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐝- 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 . 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐳
Crushed Underneath the Surface
For years, I've been writing in silence, creating worlds, characters, and stories that lived only in the margins of my notebooks and tucked-away folders on my computer. Writing has always been my escape, something I've done for myself-a way to step out of reality for a moment and breathe through the lives of the people I've imagined. I've written and rewritten countless stories, always hesitant to share them, never quite confident enough to let anyone else peek into the depths of my mind. It's always felt like just a hobby, something personal, something safe. But deep down, I've carried a quiet dream of becoming a writer, even though it felt a little foolish to hope for something so big. Now, after pouring myself into this story for what feels like a lifetime, I've finally done it-I've uploaded all my chapters to Wattpad, sharing this piece of me with the world. I know I still have so much to learn, and I'm always striving to get better, but I would truly appreciate any feedback-good, constructive criticism that can help me grow. This is just the beginning, but it feels like a huge step forward. Thank you for taking a chance on this book. Whatever brought you here, whether it was curiosity, a recommendation, or just a moment of wandering, I am truly grateful.Compleet
You don't know me
⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ Not for the faint of heart, I explore dark parts of my mind and unfurl them for your own enjoyment. All of these stories are true. You don't know me, and you're never going to. This is basically just a shitty diary of my life with very few details as to who I am, Don't want to scare you off. Feel free to read but I don't really care. I'm just a screwed up guy that everyone knows and nobody cares about really. If you can't tell I'll probably swear quite a bit in this so if you don't like that I'm sorry, but this really isn't a good read anyway it's just me complaining about the fact I still exist. Actually no, whilst I did start this to complain about my life, the stories are fluctuating, as I discover I am infact worthy of love, even I don't believe it at all times. I hope you enjoy my rantings. ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
lifieee.talks
This isn't going to be a story. But just a safe place for all of us to share our problems 💘✨ As I begin posting you all will understand what this is going to be about 😌🐤 But I just wanted to say, anything that's been bothering you, drop it in my messages or in the comments (of any post) 💗😪 and I'll read them and make sure, I help you out as much as I can 🌷🌱 And then your problem will be created into a part of this series (Identities won't be revealed unless you want it to, ofcourse) 🐾🐥 I am just doing this because I know we all face tough times out there 🌊🐳 and I myself am no professional. But I always have loved talking. lol. So, why not put it to a good use and also I really don't give terrible solutions so, I figured this would be the best 💕 and also, guys I know a lot of us are afraid of being vulnerable but it is the most beautiful part of being human 🌈💨 A human has emotions, and they're intelligent enough to speak them ⏳👀 They're surrounded by people like their own and as dark as the world might be, humanity, love, empathy, compassion all of these positive things will never seize to exist 💜✨ So, as we go on adding stories to this series I hope it'll help you all out and it will heal us all in some way or the other 💘🕊 Thank you and right now, I won't be posting anything. So, if you have anything you'd like to share drop it in my inbox and I'll read it as soon as I'm free. - loads of love, xoxo - lifieee.
Sharing My Heart (Completed)
Hi there👋 This is my online diary, previously titled as "Let's Share". Here you'll find some rant, some political talk, some current affairs and some slice-of-life stuff. New chapter ̶o̶n̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶S̶u̶n̶d̶a̶y̶ whenever I've free timeCompleet
Pieces of Me.
Hi there, how are you? I hope you're okay. Like the title says, this book is made of pieces of me, sort of like a diary. Each chapter has its topic, message and feeling. I write it as my life goes on, pouring my heart out, mentioning a lot of the past and situations I haven't overcome, voicing my struggles, wins and losses, lessons and pain. I hope this helps you somehow, I mean, if I'm gonna be posting my life anonymously on the internet I can try at least to help someone. Never forget, you are not alone. This is for you. Good luck :) *trigger warning*- please if you get triggered easily or are going through a hard situation don't read this book, specially the chapters: Puppy thoughts. The Need. -Sequel: Head High (on my profile)Compleet
"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
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