My Mind Is A Jungle.

MGA BUMASA 108
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Mga Parte 6
Oras 11m

MGA BUMASA 108
Mga Boto 35
Mga Parte 6
Oras 11m

acceptance colorfulmind death fears life love

Someone once asked me to tell them about those hidden parts of me that made me who I am. Well here it is. All those thoughts in my head that seem bigger than I am that I'm finally sharing.

Cover: Watercolor Painting by Adelenta.All Rights Reserved

acceptance colorfulmind death fears life love

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Smoke Rings (bXb)[complete] ni XsimplysarahX

There he was, staring at me with his stupid smile. The only light hitting him was the yellow-ish kitchen light hanging on top of his head. "what're you doing here so late?" I asked hoping it was me "Your mom didn't tell you? My parents just left town to go look for a job, I'm staying with your family" "you better be lying" I answered His eyes looked at the floor, kind of disappointed "I'm being serious" he mumbles in a low tone ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Roy, babe, I don't know what you can or can't hear. But I love you, you adorable bitch. I don't know what happened or how, but I know that when I find out who did this, I will ruin their lives. I know you have a pretty low self esteem, but hell, you managed to turn a straight guy Bi so you must be something. I've never cared about someone so much for them to leave this fast....so please.....please Wake up" The worst part is that I can hear him, every word. I wanted to explain to him everything, but I couldn't. I was too weak. I couldn't even open my eyes to see him. I felt him come lay next to me on the hospital bed and he held my hand. But he got up before the doctors came. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm not gay. I know I'm not. I've never thought about it, so I'm not. But then, why do I always stare at him when he walks by? Or why do I get all weird when I'm around him? Too much is happening too soon, and...I kind of like it But....My parents will never approve ~~~~~~~~~~ WARNING:this story is (boyXboy) and I won't tolerate any comment that is offensive or inappropriate! this story contains strong language and mature content! Now if your still here, hey sis. Ily :) TYSM FOR 1.66k READS :) I NEVER THOUGHT ID MAKE IT, THOUGH IT SEEMS LIKE A LITTLE BUT IM REALLY GLAD YOU GUYS ENJOYED IT💗💞💟

why the title? i decided out of the blue one day that i was going to make this account. the title is the basis for how everything i've written has came to be. no specific writing style in use. english only. 18+. content warnings and trigger warnings (cw/tw) will be mentioned at the top of the applicable parts. font on book cover: Savoye LET photo is my own. All Rights Reserved.

Living with creeps ~Creepypasta~ ni cutiepasta

Life is like a painting and you're the one to choose how it will look. Mine is a torn mess filled with the faces of fear. I think its truly a wonderful painting. This is the story of me and my new friends. I see myselfas not a bad person but as a vigilante of sorts. I want to make the world better one way or another. I once put my trust in the wrong hands and maybe thats why I'm here. Or maybe this is how it was supposed to be and always been. Since then I've been taking life one step at at a time not knowing exactly how I came to be. Now is the time to get answers I never thought to ask.

All of my poems, all of my fears. This is basically my diary. Why did I make it public? Because I'm human. And we're all going through the same things. (Inspired by Tyler Joseph)

pathetic, I love it. (sonadow!) ni 1mati2

When I first saw you, I thought you were just some normal boy who was boring. but when I looked deep into your eyes, I never thought like that again. I never again thought that you were boring, ordinary or even some kind of nerd, I don't care if you love books or you love this or even that. you will be special to me anyway. you should not read this if you are under 13 years of age. If you're under 13 reading this, it's none of my business. It's your decision, but remember that I warned you. ALSO!! THIS IS NOT MY COVER OF THIS BOOK!. SO IM VERY SORRY IF ITS URS!

My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

I stand outside my home broken and shattered, who I am I don't know. I stare at my ever pale hands and try to see what made me like this from under my skin, but I guess I wasn't given that kind of gift but I have in me some form of powers that seemed to have brought me misfortune. I owe this all to my dad because if he never met my mom maybe just maybe I would have been born normal. I wish I wasn't born a freak, born a hybrid.

I knew there was always something special about me. I knew I was different from all the other girls. I could feel things before they actually happened, hear things nobody else could. I wasn't normal, there was just something there. In no way though, had I expected to be told that not, was I only half human, but 50% angel, and not an angel of heaven. A fallen angel, damned, yet given a second chance to make things right, to be rescued before taking the wrong turn in my life that shamed me from my existence in heaven. Only problem, someone wants me to stay damned, to never become the angel I was meant to be. They'll stop at nothing to kill me, plus I have no clue what exactly I'm fighting against and on top of it all I am nothing without my locket. My locket is my true source of power, it's what kept me alive that terrible night.

Don't Forget Me In The Morning ni BandsOrBust

When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

before i learned to breathe ni ldleonard

A series of the poems I made in 2018, the year a lot of things changed for me and those around me. It's the year I forgot how to breathe, but also the one where I slowly found myself again and learned to be who I am.

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Smoke Rings (bXb)[complete]

There he was, staring at me with his stupid smile. The only light hitting him was the yellow-ish kitchen light hanging on top of his head. "what're you doing here so late?" I asked hoping it was me "Your mom didn't tell you? My parents just left town to go look for a job, I'm staying with your family" "you better be lying" I answered His eyes looked at the floor, kind of disappointed "I'm being serious" he mumbles in a low tone ~~~~~~~~~~ "Roy, babe, I don't know what you can or can't hear. But I love you, you adorable bitch. I don't know what happened or how, but I know that when I find out who did this, I will ruin their lives. I know you have a pretty low self esteem, but hell, you managed to turn a straight guy Bi so you must be something. I've never cared about someone so much for them to leave this fast....so please.....please Wake up" The worst part is that I can hear him, every word. I wanted to explain to him everything, but I couldn't. I was too weak. I couldn't even open my eyes to see him. I felt him come lay next to me on the hospital bed and he held my hand. But he got up before the doctors came. I'm not gay. I know I'm not. I've never thought about it, so I'm not. But then, why do I always stare at him when he walks by? Or why do I get all weird when I'm around him? Too much is happening too soon, and...I kind of like it But....My parents will never approve WARNING:this story is (boyXboy) and I won't tolerate any comment that is offensive or inappropriate! this story contains strong language and mature content! Now if your still here, hey sis. Ily :) TYSM FOR 1.66k READS :) I NEVER THOUGHT ID MAKE IT, THOUGH IT SEEMS LIKE A LITTLE BUT IM REALLY GLAD YOU GUYS ENJOYED IT💗💞💟

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