Me And My Love❤

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What if someone had a public journal were they just wrote what they were thinking about that day?  


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Some late night thoughts, memories and feelings that turned into words. Most of these are written from my personal, very tragic life, however there are some inspired by friends, books and movies. Sometimes I even find old writings in a long forgotten drawer and upload them as well. Maybe You can relate to something as well? Honestly at this point it's more like a public diary but who cares. I started this a few years ago, so mistakes and moments of cringe are inevitable. Feel free to leave a comment if you see a grammatical or editorial error! I write on different devices so the formatting will differ quite a bit. I think it adds to the charm of the poems though, so please understand! Thank you and farewell!

Each day, I will think of three things I'm grateful for and answer a journal prompt. Hopefully, this will help with my anxiety and depression.

F it this is my personal journal now by alexwish16

Basically my diary kinda *haha I realized I spelled journal wrong in the title had it as 'jurnal' wtf🤣 Side-side note: Also I have like 3 moods for all dis the "Fuck all of you and what you think", the "I am sad and depressed and didn't think I'd live past 18", and the "HI! I'm a happy little sunshine wackadoo👋". I think ya can tell what type a mood I was when I did this. And I case ya can't *its the first one*.😁

[Featured by wattpad romance, teen fiction, young adult and psychologicalnovel] Joy Jones was a seventeen-year-old kind and optimistic girl working in her grandpa's flower shop, but she had a secret. She was suffering from acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and wanted nothing, but to die peacefully. That was until Logan Kellerman, a young man with suicidal tendencies came storming into her life and stole roses from her grandpa's flower shop. Instead of running away with what he came for, he found himself falling deeper and deeper into her as she made his heart skip in delight, for she was, in her own words, a little bit of Joy. * * * from some of my readers of this book, thanks❤- ❝I LOVE YOUR STORY OKAY. THIS STORY AND YOUR WRITING- IT GIVES ME HOPE YOU KNOW.❞ - aimawrites ❝This is so different than so many stereotypical stories on here and i'm so glad i read it.❞ -lepus_leporis ❝They're both so poetic and beautiful and perfect for each other. GAHHhh I love them.❞ - alycecaswell ❝The way she vividly describes the world makes me so happy. Heat keeps rushing to my cheeks in pure euphoric joy. This book is making me so grateful for everything around me and I never want it to end.❞ - nylammeeyn [highest rank: 7 in sad] [cover by soulanatomy]

This is a daily updated journal/diary thing that started in January of 2018 and has not ended yet. There will be a part two to this book, because I've found writing in this book so relaxing and helpful when it comes to my mental health. • • • Sometimes I feel trapped. Like I can't tell people how I truly feel because they won't understand. This book is more for me than it is anyone else. I hope you get enjoyment out of it, but honestly, it's an outlet for me to express myself. I'm done keeping my emotions trapped inside myself. I'm truly done with that. If you want to read my emotions and my day to day life, go ahead. If your easily offended by my opinions I would suggest not reading this, because it's practically made for my opinions to be shared. If you hate me, read at your own risk, because this is me being my true self. Some things might not be good to read for those who are struggling with mental illnesses because I do describe my own experience with mental illness and describe horrible thoughts, so it might trigger you. If you ever need someone to talk to just dm me. Thanks for reading <3

[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

A series of short stories, each detailing different phases of my life. Why stories? I have never been comfortable expressing my thoughts and emotions out loud. Words are my safe haven in this life. Only with my writing, can the people around me understand the running thoughts in my mind. Without words, Without writing, Who am I? - A blank canvas, waiting to be painted.

"I was so busy living in thoughts that when life was actually happening it struck so odd" This is a series of miscellaneous poem about nature, adventure, love, friendship, self identity, memories, hope, road trips and still more :)! P.S : do comment and vote!

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)

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Some late night thoughts, memories and feelings that turned into words. Most of these are written from my personal, very tragic life, however there are some inspired by friends, books and movies. Sometimes I even find old writings in a long forgotten drawer and upload them as well. Maybe You can relate to something as well? Honestly at this point it's more like a public diary but who cares. I started this a few years ago, so mistakes and moments of cringe are inevitable. Feel free to leave a comment if you see a grammatical or editorial error! I write on different devices so the formatting will differ quite a bit. I think it adds to the charm of the poems though, so please understand! Thank you and farewell!

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