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The Good Memories and The Bad Ones

LETTURE 23
Voti 2
Parti 3
Tempo 5m

LETTURE 23
Voti 2
Parti 3
Tempo 5m

This is just like a little journal of mine I will be posting possibly every 1st or 2nd week maybe depends how I feel and if I even want to write at all that day. I don't really care who reads this but ehTutti i diritti riservati

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Chemo Therapy during 3rd Period di youngandinvisible

Junior year was going pretty well. I was having so much fun till the start of second semester. Now instead of this life I had planned for myself. I was sitting in a hospital room staring out a window, with who knows what kind of toxins being pumped into my body to save me. People walked out on me. People walked into my life. But this journal, this is the place where I lay everything on the line. This is the one place in my life where there is still privacy. ************COMPLETED********************

I need help (not really) di Hooman123456789

My life ig. I like writing when I'm bored soooo

Book of Stuff di LouieDuckFan1347

This is just a collection of things I like, and little things I'm into, or anything I feel like talking about in general..

Journal of Days di Horsea212

This will be a journal about everyday life and maybe some cool/weird/sad moments. Basically, I'm gonna write about school, trips, family, etc.

You don't know me di You_Dont_Know_Me9374

⚠️ 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 ⚠️

Not a princess I wanna be a prince. (The story of a transgendered person) di nightheart97

I decided to write something a little personal. This is basically a little journal about being transgender and everything. If you read it that's great if you don't that's fine to. But if your just going to hate and be a jerk then just go ahead and not even be bothered to read this because I don't want any hate. If your also transgender and want to talk then you can message me here on wattpad but if I don't answer for a little bit I probably don't have Internet or its messed up. It tends to do that.

Inside The Mind Of A Troubled Teenage Girl di ADiaryOfATeenageGirl

This is not a proper diary where I write about my day ect; But it is a place where I can share things that I do not say out loud and hide inside. I would not say I have a hard life but it is not a fun one that's for sure. I have an "best friend" Madison In primary I only had three proper friends in my year, the rest were a year or two younger My stepmum hates me My mum and two of my sisters live in England I keep finding out bad things with in my family. and I have been bullied and have been the bully All names including mine and places are changed. I will not write in it EVERYDAY but I will when I want to talk about something ect: Some subjects will come up again but not with in the same month.

Grey di Estelle_Ayriz

Dear whatever, Or is it whoever? I don't know, I'm not a writer anyways. Hi, I'm Arielle, but please call me A, I'm sick of hearing my name, or anyname actually, it just bothers me that I'm not actually as special as they'd want me to believe. Who's they? Oh, I don't know, everyone? Society? Whatever, so I guess I should tell you what this is about, eh? I'm writing this so I have something to leave behind, some sort of purpose to stay here, in this world, in this reality. I guess another reason is so that people can understand me? Or anyone like me I guess. To know what goes on in my mind. This will be officially started on June 4, 2017, my birthday, and will end on June 4, 2018. Whatever happens to this book, I promise myself that I won't delete it. If anyone actually bothers reading this, leave comments and suggestions or questions to get mentioned in the next chapter. I will be posting daily, but word count and time posted may vary. May 29, 2017 Monday 11:11 PM Signing off, A

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Chemo Therapy during 3rd Period

Junior year was going pretty well. I was having so much fun till the start of second semester. Now instead of this life I had planned for myself. I was sitting in a hospital room staring out a window, with who knows what kind of toxins being pumped into my body to save me. People walked out on me. People walked into my life. But this journal, this is the place where I lay everything on the line. This is the one place in my life where there is still privacy. COMPLETED********