Diary of the Depressed
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Última publicación mar, may 5, 2015
There are two types of depressed people in this world.
The ones who are among the normal people and try so hard to blend in with everyone else.
And the ones who get caught.
~Evelyn~
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𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊, 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖑𝖊. 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖕 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖌𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞-𝖎𝖓-𝖑𝖆𝖜𝖘. 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖏𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖘. 𝖓𝖔 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉-𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘-𝖙𝖔-𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊. *͛ ͙͛ ⁑͛⋆͛* or, in which we recount a story of past christmases that led six boys together. or, a prequel to my story 'hot chocolate and thrift shopping'.Concluida
Fated To Be
If God is not going to punish the sinner then I WILL. People sometimes say to you, "Don't bother with them, their karma will come back to them someday". That is why sometimes people break themself in order to wait for that moment. But sometimes that moment never comes and you yourself are the one rotting away in this miserable life, so why wait when you could put your hands in it? "You are wrong. Whether I am here or not, your punishment will always come to you, I just.. make it much sooner for you. As I didn't have time to wait any longer", he said with a dark gloomy eyes that had lost their lights. When Shen Wei ran away at the age of 15 years old, he never thought that he would come back again, trying to untie the knot that had been lingering in his heart for years, he came back once again trying to understand some events, but to be honest, for him, it is just an excuse, he just wants to see the lights once again, to be able to proudly says "Mom, I have made it, the sinner have already been punished and you have nothing to worry about anymore". Even if it means to drag others down to hell with him. Shen Wei, "Because since the beginning, we have not been given a choice, we have been entangled in this trap, if we don't struggle to get away, you and I will surely lose. And I.. am not the type of person who will easily let other people bully me" Notes: First time making my own character, I think it will be hard for me to clearly describe how the character would be, but I will try my best. I must say first that the timeline is around the early 20th century.. probably, it is fictional, so there must be things that are different compared to the history. Thank you for understanding and reading my work.
Dear Journal...
Just an online journal of my personal thoughts . No, I am not suicidal. No, I am not depressed. Just introverted, and I trap feelings in more than I'm supposed to .. So I let them out here.Concluida
Life
Will my friends understand me?parents? Are they telling the truth?am I really being selfish? Childish? Help Evelyn find answers along her journey of life! Love, sadness, happiness, betrayal, a mixture of emotions!Concluida
We Don't Choose Our Time
"We don't get to choose our time. Death is what gives life meaning. To know your days are numbered, your time is short." - The Ancient One Ben had been happy once upon a time. But that was a long time ago. That was before his world was torn from his claws, leaving behind a broken, angry shell. Now a mercenary, he only seeks to endure the rest of his days trying to forget his misery. But that all changes when a client charges him with looking after a young girl. - I wrote this a few years ago, thought I'd give it a whirl online. It's pretty short, not quite novel worthy, but enough to get the job done, I think. And yes, this is basically The Last of Us, but with wolves (mostly different, but the plot is very similar). If I ever write a sequel, I can assure you it will be nothing like the actual sequel.Concluida
Friends (SubzeroExtabyte x Reader )*Completed*
Y/N, which is you, was walking around the campus of your high school. You hear something weird. Like the sound of somebody getting pushed up against the lockers. You recognize the sound. All too well. You turn the corner and see the one person you never wanted to see again. The one who hurt you. The one who left, and left you broken. The one who let your trust and faith in people slip. The one who let you become lonely. The person who made you happy, but then let you fall and get buried ten feet under. He's the person you didn't feel like seeing. You weren't ready. You don't know what to do. They left, they let you become broken, they let you lose all hope in people, and now he's back. You wish it weren't true. You wish he never would've come back. Will you let them back in, or will you keep them out.Concluida
The night when everything got f*cked up.
The party was quite nice. The school year had just started. But there was too much alcohol, too many problems, and a unfortunate accident that would kill 5 kids, leaving many in grief. Cheating happened, death happened, rape happened, and brought people closer to each other than they've ever been. People mourn every time they see the sunset, people can't bring themselves to get into an Uber. At the end of the day they're just young, and some will stay young forever. The before, during, and after of a tragic night you'd never would want to be trapped in.Concluida
Unrealistic Reality
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Troubled.
Eve is 16 years old. She has normal friends and normal teenage habits. She didn't sneak out or smoke anything. She cussed sometimes and had a guy best friend she did secret things with. Her parents are Catholic, so they see her normal teen behavior as acting out beyond reason and continuously look for somewhere she can be 'fixed'. Her therapist suggested a place that looked like camp. Two strangers come get her in the middle of the night and bring her to the worst place she has ever been to in her life. When she comes back to live with her best friend, she is nothing like she was when she left, but he promised he'd wait for her.
Oddball
I'm not like the other kids. The other kids, with their pale gold hair and pale moon faces, or dark coffee skin and hair as black as night. I don't want to waste my life, being told to believe things because some adult said so. I don't want to be shunned because I look different. I don't want this. In this place everything is perfect. Adults hold all the answers to the world. It is meant to be simple and perfect, like chess pieces. Calculated and controlled. Black and white. that is how it is meant to be. But then this wouldn't be much of a story. _____________________________________ --hey guys, please give me feedback and/or suggestions!--Concluida
𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊, 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖑𝖊. 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖕 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖌𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞-𝖎𝖓-𝖑𝖆𝖜𝖘. 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖏𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖘. 𝖓𝖔 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉-𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘-𝖙𝖔-𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊. *͛ ͙͛ ⁑͛⋆͛* or, in which we recount a story of past christmases that led six boys together. or, a prequel to my story 'hot chocolate and thrift shopping'.
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