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I wish I was...I hate how I'm...
Just random things that were left unsaid. I apologize if we're feeling the same, I hope this will make you feel better.
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Silence Is Louder Than Words
I'm sick of crying tired of trying. Yeah I might be smiling but inside I’m dying. They don't know me or what I've been through, yet they still judge me. I've been through hell and back. I've seen and heard awful things. After what I've been through I dont see how they affect me, but they do. They call me the mute emo dork. I guess why it hurts so much is because its true.Concluída
Dealing With Anxiety and Staying Strong
For some reason people don't like to talk about mental illness. Mental illness is real and needs to be taken seriously. Everyday there are hundreds of thousands of people fighting battles and trying their best to stay strong. People are afraid to seek the help they deserve. I decided to speak up and be the voice for those who are afraid to. This is my story with having anxiety.Concluída
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 ⚠️
exhale.
From my mind, to the page, with some editing in between. Thoughts, rants, blurb etc.Concluída
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depression, sad, emtynes, feellings? Warning! The content may be offensive if you don't like to read about .low self esteem then dont read thisConcluída
The Words You Left Unsaid
▛ Watching from a distance, I see him. Laughing in the outside, but crying inside. Of course I know, I've known you for years. But all those years, have you taken the time to know me? I was the one who was always with you, whether you're crying about something, or overly joyed about something. I was always there, beside you. But all those times, you never said it. Even until the day you were whisked away out of my reach. ▟ The Words You Left Unsaid || Ⓒ SkyeWitch, August 20, 2017 - January 27,2018 (Completed) Sep 3,2017 = #906 - 901 Sep 4,2017 = #751 Sep 6,2017 - #492 Sep 27,2017 - #568 Sep 28, 2017 - #444 October 1,2017 - #397 October 2.2017 - #349Concluída
Just Okay
We've all been through ups and downs in life and not all of us can speak our minds. I'm not the kind of person that can just talk to anyone about my thoughts and problems. No I can't talk to anyone because no one knows what's going on in my life. I've tried talking to people but it just seems impossible for them to understand. My life isn't completely shit, but it's close. It's not the people in my life, it's not the things they do, it's just me and my mind.Concluída
Save Me
I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.Concluída
I'm sick of crying tired of trying. Yeah I might be smiling but inside I’m dying. They don't know me or what I've been through, yet they still judge me. I've been through hell and back. I've seen and heard awful things. After what I've been through I dont see how they affect me, but they do. They call me the mute emo dork. I guess why it hurts so much is because its true.
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