Dreaming A Life
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Why do people feel happy, or excited, or sad, or angry, or everything at once? Why do some people love and hate others? What makes you you, instead of me? All these questions appear somewhere in my tangled mind everyday, intertwining and swimming through each other until I cannot tell which is which, or who is who...
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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
Sealed and Silenced (Watty Awards 2012)
My name has been forgotten, tossed away like a piece of trash. I do not talk. I do not look anyone in the eyes. My hands shake from my past and I barley sleep at night. I always hear the grunts and the groans of the men that abuse me. I see the insanity in their eyes. They see the fear in mine. I had a chance to escape. I took it but it landed me back in the same position. It seems like I will never escape.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 ⚠️
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
Requested Imagines♡
A lot of things run through a person's mind daily. Come and take a look at mineConcluída
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
Reveries and Musings
Everyone, during some point in their life, experiences emotions, situations and adversities that changes them, sometimes for the better, and sometimes, for the worse. And then there are times when we seem to leave our body mentally, to introspect about the world, its workings, and the people living in it. Everyone has that time in their lives where they wonder about how minds work, how relationships thrive, and what makes them, them. Sometimes, it's at night when you're going to bed, and life seems just a little different when there isn't any light illuminating it. Maybe it's in the shower, where tears mix with the water, and go unnoticed. Maybe it's early in the morning, just before dawn, when the idea of starting afresh doesn't seem quite so daunting. But remember. You're you because of your past. And you're no less than anybody else. Join me as I put words to my innermost feelings, as I voice my opinions. Join me as I gather the courage to write down thoughts that run through every person's mind at least once in their lives. Join me as I break conventions, as I rant and rave my way through these emotions, challenges, difficulties, opinions, that have the power to make me, or break me. In the end though, the choice will always be mine.Concluída
Minds Eye
This is not a story, this is my life. My journey to self-love, my opinions and trials that are all here to be read by you. Enjoy.Concluída
Ordinary girl? I think not!
Day 1 Dear Diary, Hey it's me again I am not really sure what to say. Okay scratch that I wanted to say, guess what? I know that I might be going to church and doing my regular alter serving thing. I know that I am getting closer with the people that help out with me. I know that they are good people, maybe even my friends but I know that in the end I will hurt them. And they might hurt me before I can. I know that I don't want to but I did 10 years ago. I don't wanna do it again. Today is the first day of the Carnival my friends are here to pick me up which means I have to go and put my wig on to cover up all my white (born with) hair. Oh before I go one more thing this is day 1 of full on depression. Day 1 of bottling up my emotions. Day 1 of putting walls up and not letting and anyone see the real me cause lets be honest I am not an ordinary girl!Concluída
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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.
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