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I thought I had to fix myself first. But healing is a journey without end. This journal is for anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or tired of pretending to be okay-yet keeps searching for meaning in their pain and finding ways to heal and grow. It's for those who find comfort in reading someone else's heart and realize, "Hey, that's me too." In I Was Here: A Bipolar Diary, Yana opens the pages of her life with raw honesty - one entry at a time. In this non-fiction journal, blending the intimacy of a diary and the openness of a blog, Yana shares deep thoughts, realizations, and reflections about growth, faith, and the quiet lessons found in ordinary days. While Yana lives with bipolar disorder, this is not just about the illness - it's about life itself: the love, the heartbreaks, the stillness, the learning, and the moments of depression that teach her how to rise again. Each diary entry reads like a late-night conversation between two souls trying to make sense of the world. It's a memoir that gently reminds you that your story - no matter how flawed or unfinished-is still worthy of being told.

Hello! If you read my other books you probably know who I am. This is a diary and a blog on my progress and not just my mythical life, my human life too! This will cover some serious and uncomfertable topics like bullying, murder what not (don't worry, I'll put a a warning each time) I wont update everyday. ☆-Blog: School drama, vents, my dream job plannings, fandoms I'm in, maybe a few rants, normal human life ★-Diary: Magic, witchcraft, AWTOK sightings, destiny, love, my mythical life DISCLAIMER Do not harrass anyone and I mean ANYONE I mention in my story. (I will use fake names for them) The critisism starts and ends here

This place is where you get to know the author Lakaaysha

"Creativity is intelligence having fun." - Einstein. ~★~♡~★~ Life can be fucking hard sometimes. So I think it's time we bring forth some goddamn ✨️beauty✨️ Well...welcome to Crunchy Grapes, where I - Scar - yap about my obsessions. This is mostly aimed at weirdos who let fandoms consume their life, and appreciate or create some form of art. I just wanted to make some people, including myself, happy! This is an LGBTQ+ safe space! (Not limited to queer people, though. Everyone is welcome here.) Expect Spotify playlists, cool music videos, art, poems, and other bits of writing, including one shots. It's a safe space for artists and creators, so drop a link if you want me to repost anything with credit! I also take content requests and writing prompts 😃 (I am in multiple fandoms and I WILL yap. Like. A lot. I also write! Expect stuff to do with DC, Marvel, the Marauders, BBC Sherlock, Epic: The Musical, ect. I'm sure there are more to come!) Just a reminder that people come in different shapes and sizes, with different abilities, and all bodies are beautiful ✨️ Neurodiversities are magical powers ✨️🧩 AND... In the words of Michael Jackson, ths king of pop... 🎵 It don't matter if you're black or white! 🎵

An homage to self, body, and mind.

Isang C.E.O. si Xian Gabriel dela costa ng kanilang kumpanya hinahangaan siya ng maraming tao lalo ng mga kababaihan o kahit ang mga employees nitong mga babae lahat sila ay pinapangarap na maging asawa siya ng mga ito.. halos makalaglag panty ang kanyang kagwapuhan at kakisigan.. Tila ba na titig palang ay matutunaw ka na para bang yelo. Ganyan ang pagkakadescribe nila sa C.E.O ng dela costa corporation.. Abangan...

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Hablo en general de mí y del futuro de la cuenta.

Ini adalah jurnal dan isi pikiranku! selamat membaca

this is meant to be something that i've noticed among life. you can read it to for some food for thought, for shits and giggles, or to have a new perspective on some nice topics.

just a bit out of my life basically like a personal blog idk

{A blog book} | a cozy corner for my thoughts, ideas, essays, and opinions about topics that I am interested in. The cover pic is not mine, it's from Pinterest.

HaDes est un jeu d'écriture pour créer un récit de manière ludique. En marge des règles, voici un blog pour présenter certains aspects du jeu : le jeu en solo, les statistiques, des conseils, etc...

updates about me and my life🥰

Kairouan Yllanes is a pre-school part-time swimming coach, with a reputation for being distant and emotionally unavailable, meets Sienna Sean Cruz, a struggling artist who sells her soul in every canvas but hides herself in plain sight. He sees the world in structure and rhythm; she sees it in color and chaos. In each other, they find the kind of love that doesn't need to be loud-or even visible-to be real.

I'm writing this blog as a rant and a vent about Formula One, because every time I go looking for coverage after a race, I never find what I actually want to read. The articles are either overly polite, painfully neutral, or so focused on stats and PR quotes that they completely miss the point. I don't want the watered-down version of events. I want to talk about the decisions that made no sense, the moments that ruined races, and the patterns that teams keep repeating like fans won't notice. I want the frustration, the disbelief, and the why the hell would you do that energy that every F1 fan feels when things inevitably go wrong. This blog exists because someone has to say it. Pit stop disasters, insane team orders, drivers thrown under the bus - I'm calling it all out. No sugarcoating, no "trust the process," just raw, unfiltered reactions. If you've ever slammed your remote, screamed at a screen, or questioned how a team even functions, welcome: this is your space. Here, we don't hold back.

Vamos, que esto se puede catalogar como un "blog", si lees esto, por favor no insultar. Entre todos nos podemos ayudar (? La adolescencia me está atacando con todo y yo lo expreso aquí porque nadie me conoce. Suerte con la vida.

I wouldn't say im a lonely person. Past me probably would but ive come to terms with the fact that i got a few friends/acquaintances myself. But with these people, we arent that close for me to share my thoughts. I keep a journal but its hella exhausting ranting on paper so much so that it rips. I dont exactly know what's the purpose of this, but i just need to get thoughts out. I'll think of this as a blog. So welcome to a personal demonstration on how i manage to survive my chaotic place in this world.

ONLY THE PHOTOS I WANT TO SHOW

This is my life at High School. My problems, my studies, my friends and etc. An average student at a massive school, who's failing but apparently "still have time." (Bro, I'm in Year 10. I don't have) The point of this book is to write about my life and give advice to other people as a high school student. Originally I wanted to make a blog but I have no idea how the frick I'm going to make one. Oh well. This will have to do.