HUMBLE. (ON HOLD)
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- Chapitres 22
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture4 h 4 min
Dernière publication ven., août 11, 2023
Note from Jade:
It took persistence and hard ass grinding from couch hopping to making it across the country to one of the finest HBCUs this country has to offer. It took so many silent tears, shattered hopes, hungry nights, I give ups and nothing ass FAMILY to get me to where I am. I'm not rich. I'm not perfect. I'm working on it though. I bet the next person that tries to stop me will not prosper. I will make it above and beyond whatever obstacles wanna get in my way. I believe in myself more than anyone else could. No one will get in the way of my goal. Whether it be my dad's dream for me to become a lawyer, or my dream to sing and dance.
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Twisted Two
If I didn't go, would my life be as peaceful as I liked it to be? If I never really cared, would I be content? Yet if I didn't, I'd never feel such euphoria. If I never cared, I wouldn't know who I really was. I thought as I looked up at the starry night, everything that has happened was because of me. I wonder what would happen if things didn't go the way it did. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Be a follower of this not-so-popular-blogger into her life's journey and see how she gets to the finish line. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Copyright 2017 by jany_riahTerminé
POV
Life often presents itself as a series of hurdles, each one taller than the last. These hurdles, though daunting, are not meant to break us but to shape us into who we are meant to be. It is through our darkest nights that we gain the strength to face the dawn. It's when we are at our lowest, feeling like the world has conspired against us, that the seeds of resilience are sown. Every tear shed in frustration waters the roots of perseverance. Every sleepless night, spent grappling with doubt and uncertainty, serves as a silent testament to our inner strength. It is in these moments of struggle that our character is forged, like steel tempered in fire. The sweetness of success is not found in the absence of hardship but in the victory over it. The taste of triumph is more profound when seasoned with the bitterness of the journey. It is this contrast that makes success not just a goal but a celebration of the human spirit. In the end, it is the hardest times that give flavor to our achievements, making them not just milestones but moments of profound personal growth. Through pain, we learn endurance; through failure, we find resolve. And when success finally comes, it is not just a destination reached but a testament to the journey endured. ◉‿◉
Chasing Lyric.
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As I Thought So (Book 2)
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Addiction
"The thing about addiction is, it never ends well. Because eventually, whatever it is that was getting us high, stops feeling good, and starts to hurt. Still, they say you don't kick the habit until you hit rock bottom. But how do you know when you are there? Because no matter how badly a thing is hurting us, sometimes, letting it go hurts even worse." -Meredith Grey They say the first step to getting over an addiction is coming to the realization that you do, in fact, have a problem, an addiction that you can't quit. So here it goes. My name is Olivia Richards and my addiction is Liam Simpson. It all started out innocently, he spilled a drink on me at a party and we hung out as friends all the time. Until he kissed me. After that, I started to crave his touch, his kiss and I couldn't get enough. My name is Olivia Richards and I'm addicted to Liam Simpson ****THIS STORY IS BEING EDITED/REWRITTEN! ALL CHAPTERS WITH -- IN THE TITLES HAVE BEEN EDITED AND REWRITTEN! HAPPY READING EVERYONE!***Terminé
Love Joy
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"You're not a burden," he said. "OK," I said, again, trying to play it off like I didn't care. I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep up the façade. I could feel the tears banging against the barricade just behind my eyelids, the sobs clawing at the walls of my throat... they were demanding to be let out. "Don't shut me out," he begged in a desperate whisper. *** If only the guys in Ivy's life could be as in love with her as she is with them. Ever the tomboy to keep herself from getting hurt, Ivy knows it's safer to yearn from afar than it is to love up-close. What happens when a new guy shows up at her high school and starts to treat her as more than a friend? What happens when she goes off to college? Will she be liberated? Loved? Or is she condemned to a life on the sidelines, always the buddy, never THAT GIRL?
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