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Última publicación mar, abr 16, 2024
Hello there..you may know me as the creator of "where is everyone" here you are free to vent and don't worry you don't bother me at all this is just a chill vibe place and I might also talk about me or behind the scenes of "where is everyone" plus extra.
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Quotes/Rants/Confessions
I like to rant, I'm good at it or so I've been told. If you also like to rant come join me I love to rant with people! Also confession of mine, because these are things I'd never tell people. If you'd like to have one of your confessions shared here let me know they will be posted anonymously. *~* I can't afford a therapist so this is my therapy, join me! -Twerkoff
REMIND HER HER REMINDER
I am just trying to figure shit out here.i would love to let you know what you are to read but you are already reading it.Well if it feels like a good tale go for it Im sure you'll love every bit of it And if not ,you don't have to . The world has alot to offer other than a book . •#1beingme24/2/23 •#8 truthbetold 1/3/23Concluida
exhale.
From my mind, to the page, with some editing in between. Thoughts, rants, blurb etc.Concluida
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)Concluida
The diary of a 13-year-old narcissist, with problems that her own self created.
Nothing about this is a lie, just my life. If you want to read, read it, I just need to show this to someone even if no one reads it or gets interested. Will probably do it just until I get 14, my birthday is in June, btw. Sorry for the bad english, not my first language.Concluida
Vent (Will Always Keep Going..)
This is mostly a thing for myself so I can vent and just get my anxiety down a bit! So you don't have to leave comments or anything, Thank you! :3
From Books I've Never Wrote
𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 <3 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 ! like the title says... this is nothing more than texts/extracts of books that I have never actually wrote. This is mostly a few thoughts or ideas that have spiralled through my head at some stage, and I've then typed them out on my laptop and published them to Wattpad. Feel free to read and give me your thoughts on whatever crap I have written down. Love from eIIoquence xx [highest rankings] #𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱 #𝟯 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀 #𝟰 𝗶𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘆𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 #𝟳 𝗶𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀Concluida
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
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/Imaginationgirl35Concluida
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 overboardConcluida
I like to rant, I'm good at it or so I've been told. If you also like to rant come join me I love to rant with people! Also confession of mine, because these are things I'd never tell people. If you'd like to have one of your confessions shared here let me know they will be posted anonymously. *~* I can't afford a therapist so this is my therapy, join me! -Twerkoff
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