Emo Rants
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My rants and comments about what I've been through and how much I hate myself. Enjoy!
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The Suicide Equation
For the last month I've had nothing but dark thoughts. I finally decided to speak to someone about it. I went to Mr.Harn and told him everything. All he did was hold me and bring me to the schools councilor. He told her the story I was able to utter. She called my mother and arranged for me to be put into therapy. I spoke with her for half an hour. "You've been through way to much for a girl your age!" She said in astonishment. "I know." I replied. "How are you alive?" She asked with both worry and curiosity. "I honestly don't know." I spoke the truth. How am I still alive?Concluída
whatever you want
"What you mean? You my forever lady" "Stopppp you're making me smile too hard" PLEASE READ,VOTE AND ALLAT 🙏🏽Concluída
Sherman》Completed
"Why are you doing this to yourself?" "Doing what?" He spat "Hurting yourself, there's so much to life and you're throwing all away." She shot back "Why do you care huh? Why does it matter to you what I do with my life? You know nothing about me."Concluída
The Mad House Is Where I Belong
I like inflicting pain. Not on others but on myself. Some people would call me depressed but I'm not. If anything the pain makes me happy. I started "self harming" at the mere age of nine. Or at least, that's what she called it. My therapist, I mean. She ended up giving me a life time supply of antidepressants and some shitty advice. I'm now eighteen, rotting in jail, and awaiting my death sentence. This is my story and if I'm quite honest, you don't want to hear it. +++ awards: ➵ Winner, Short Story Category, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 ➵ Overall Winner, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 status: ➵ started - 19/08/17 ➵ finished- 07/11/18 note: ➵ Please don't copy me. I don't appreciate it and will block you and report you. No writer likes to be copied and neither do readers. Readers want something which is unique and original.Concluída
you're not alone. - johannie.
❝ I'm here too. ❞ cw!! cussing, abuse, mentions of self-harm, suicide and suicidal thoughts i may or may not unpublish this soon uh- [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ] foreignloverights; 2020Concluída
Why You
Just poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Please don't steal my own poems, because I worked hard on them. If you do choose to steal MY works, I am hurt. Use your own inspiration and creativity, please, it's not very hard (edit: it is very hard) ;) The poems that I have not written belong to there rightful owners. I will not be taking credit for them.Concluída
Control
[18+] Life has never been easy for me. Starting when I was young up until now. The loss of my girlfriend destroyed me, now another girl is in my life. But things aren't that easy. ***READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED*** This contains dark themes including d3ath, SC, drugs/alcohol, rap3, s3lf harm and more. ATTENTION: I OWN ALL RIGHTS TO THIS STORY (including the book cover)- DO NOT use without permission or legal action will be taken.Concluída
Light Behind The Dark
When Chris finally decided to end it all, she found him. But will she able to light up his darkness? *** "I kill about 13 million kids a year" -bullying *** || Highest rank #3 in Short Story || *** This story is a part of the #nomorebullying campaign. Please don't read if you can't handle self harm or abuse.Concluída
For the last month I've had nothing but dark thoughts. I finally decided to speak to someone about it. I went to Mr.Harn and told him everything. All he did was hold me and bring me to the schools councilor. He told her the story I was able to utter. She called my mother and arranged for me to be put into therapy. I spoke with her for half an hour. "You've been through way to much for a girl your age!" She said in astonishment. "I know." I replied. "How are you alive?" She asked with both worry and curiosity. "I honestly don't know." I spoke the truth. How am I still alive?
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