Short Horror Story
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MatureKumpleto Thu, Oct 2, 2025<5 min
The Duhakin
I wrote this when I was around 14, it's my own view on my own personal mental health and how it deteriorated over time. How even if one is experiencing it all, it can effect the entire family as well. As said, I was 14, please excuse my terrible grammar. Even now, I'm not that great with English grammar. 💔
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thoughts of a sad kid
edit:this is old and cringey im so sorry // rants, summaries, anxious rambles, and indirects trigger warning for dysphoria*, suicide*, self-harm*, nd strong language. *trigger warnings will be listed at the beginning of chap!Kumpleto
My SA story
This is my personal experiences and I want to try use this as a way to try to heal. Maybe it will help others understand their own experiences. This may be triggering do not feel the need to read this. This is my life now and it sucks but it's getting better, I think.
Look What You Made Me Do
"Don't tell anybody about this." "If you just ignore it, it'll stop." "There's nothing I can do to help you." And so I did everything I was told. I shut up. I put on a brave face. I followed all the rules. But that was the past and it's not who I am anymore. I will be loud. I will be angry. I will tell the truth. Look what you've done. You gave me a story to tell. ----------------- Unfortunately, a true story. DISCLAIMER: This is my side of the story and, with the exception of a few voicemails/text messages/statements from friends, it all comes straight from my memory. As is the case with most PTSD brains, my memory isn't very good so I can't 100% confirm the accuracy of anything, but it is written almost exactly as I remember it. If anyone reading this happens to know something I don't, feel free to let me know. ----------------- Thank you for reading. ----------------- Dedicated to Sketch, and Toto, and Dr. Worm, and Mia, and anyone else (real or imaginary) that I loved, but they hated.Kumpleto
Lavish
This is only here because I can't talk about this stuff to anyone else. Basically a diary lol. My friends don't fuckin careKumpleto
From A Broken Girl To A Broken woman (Finished)
My auto biography, A look into my messed up life up until now. I have not written this for anyone to feel sorry for me, although I've had some lovely comments. I have written this for awareness, to hopefully stop at least one person getting into any of the situations I have. I have also written it as part of my therapy to come to terms with it all. And it's the best thing I've ever done. looking at the various things I have put myself through and what others have also put me through, it is covering things such as ADHD, bullying, self harm, attempted suicide, drugs, alcohol, rape, young motherhood, domestic violence, Bipolar, EUPD and anxiety. It's starts off pretty boring as I had to start from the very beginning, but that's a good thing far as I'm concerned as what follows is more enough for one human being to handle, or not as it seems. I want to thank shady456 for the cover <3 she is brilliant check her out!! xxxKumpleto
These Last Moments
I remember when this all began. I was only 12, innocent and unscarred. In these last moments, my life flashes before my eyes. The horror begins again.Kumpleto
Quotes
It has been a while since I published anything on this. I've debated restarting it but knowing how many people this has reached I don't know if I could delete it and start fresh. So for now I hope you enjoy the new content I will be publishing here. Some may be triggering so do be careful.Kumpleto
The Other Side
I actually did this story about over a month ago, I had just accidentally deleted it, so......yeah. Don't judge please! But, needless to day I am doing the story again so please read, if you like cool, if not, cool. I just love writing. So this story is based off of the villain's perspective. Here we go. No-one has ever loved me. Not one, except my mother, but she is dead now. Because of one word. Humans. They think they know everything, always trying to better the world when they are actually destroying it. Yet they blame me for everything, everything. Not one of them is different. They're all the same. I should know, since they are always out to get me almost every single day. But why do they blame me? I don't know, it's just in a mortal's nature to point the finger at someone else. It's stupid though. They know nothing of my story. Nothing of the Other Side.Kumpleto
edit:this is old and cringey im so sorry // rants, summaries, anxious rambles, and indirects trigger warning for dysphoria*, suicide*, self-harm*, nd strong language. *trigger warnings will be listed at the beginning of chap!
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