Not quite living
- LECTURAS 383
- Votos 17
- Partes 24
Continúa23m
Última publicación mié, jul 8, 2020
A story of my life up until now, or when "now" is when I finish writing this.
Disclaimer: everything in this is 100% true.
This story won't be a "family friendly" thing. I'm going to cover very real things that may be triggering.
This goes from when I was a kid in like pre-school to now.
This entire thing will be a mess and I promise that. It's going to be what I want to write when I want to. This is just so I can think, I guess. I'm going to be very honest in this. Some will simply be a "hey, this is how I'm doing" thing. Others will be more.
These are written as my thought process and only edited for extra words and stupid grammar mistakes.
Todos los derechos reservados
#53
thestoryofmylife
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Quizás también te guste
Vent (Will Always Keep Going..)
This is mostly a thing for myself so I can vent and just get my anxiety down a bit! So you don't have to leave comments or anything, Thank you! :3
Depression and self harm quotes and poems.
Not all of these are mine. So I do not take any credit for the ones I didn't write. WARNING:Some content could be triggering. If you are easily triggered PLEASE DO NOT READ.Concluida
The Solar Eclipse I Never Saw
A collage of my adventures, thoughts and realisations. And memes once or twice
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 ⚠️
Bitch, You Knew?!
Book Request, Rants, Shoutouts, Follow Spree, Etc.Concluida
Look What You Made Me Do
"Don't tell anybody about this." "If you just ignore it, it'll stop." "There's nothing I can do to help you." And so I did everything I was told. I shut up. I put on a brave face. I followed all the rules. But that was the past and it's not who I am anymore. I will be loud. I will be angry. I will tell the truth. Look what you've done. You gave me a story to tell. ----------------- Unfortunately, a true story. DISCLAIMER: This is my side of the story and, with the exception of a few voicemails/text messages/statements from friends, it all comes straight from my memory. As is the case with most PTSD brains, my memory isn't very good so I can't 100% confirm the accuracy of anything, but it is written almost exactly as I remember it. If anyone reading this happens to know something I don't, feel free to let me know. ----------------- Thank you for reading. ----------------- Dedicated to Sketch, and Toto, and Dr. Worm, and Mia, and anyone else (real or imaginary) that I loved, but they hated.Concluida
Seriously, What Exactly Are You Writing?!
This is one of those Wattpad rants. I'm going to point out all of the things that are really, really... not-so-good here.Concluida
Dear Diary: But Seriously, What the Fuck?
I don't blog, just needed a place to vent. Who knows, maybe someone will read it and empathize or sympathize with me. All I know is, we're not alone. No matter how different we look on the outside, we all go through the same bloody bullshit. So this is me, getting all therapeutic and trying to survive this life as a person living with multiple chronic illnesses. And it fucking sucks! Hopefully writing about it will help me see the beauty I know, that still exists in the world, regardless of the pain I am/we are in. xoxoConcluida
This is mostly a thing for myself so I can vent and just get my anxiety down a bit! So you don't have to leave comments or anything, Thank you! :3
Más detallesPautas de Contenido