Bpd Stories

BOOK 2 Wyatt has spent most of his life holding everything together-his younger sister, his home, his own fragile emotions. Life taught him early that people can leave, and that sometimes the safest place is the one you create yourself. Enter Liam Carter: loud, impulsive, endlessly moving, and the last person Wyatt thinks he could ever get along with. When a school project pairs them together, old grudges and first impressions collide, forcing Wyatt to navigate messy emotions, sudden laughter, and unexpected connection. Liam doesn't see the careful structure behind Wyatt's calm, and Wyatt doesn't see the soft, unguarded parts Liam keeps hidden. As they spend more time together, boundaries blur, walls crumble, and both boys discover the uncomfortable, thrilling truth: maybe people aren't meant to be predictable-and maybe love doesn't come in neat lines.

Y/N L/N is a strange female in Piltover After dropping out of the enforcer academy she lives a boring life as a bartender And she swears she trade her life for one in Zaun in a heartbeat The prissy people,the high class attitudes, the stuck ups,the rules,the people She's always hated it But one day,an explosion happens in Piltover and she covers for the person who caused it.A blue haired sociopath with a knack for destruction

A story of fear, being lost and breaking free

all of the lovely thoughts that I push away and don't talk about in hopes they go away will end up here rather than dug into my skin

Just a girl with BPD, bipolar disorder, depression, and anxiety

Jisung and Taesan have been dating for 2 months, the perfect couple everyone wants to be. But what happens when Jisung goes to meet Taesan's family, and his badass brother starts paying to much attention to him. WARNINGS: mention of mental health disorders (OCD, OLD AND BPD) obsession abuse mental abuse violence drugs overdoes drinking kidnapping sa TS GONNA BE BAD :')

Unsaid. -no storyline-

read this or don't, Idc. I just gotta put them somewhere cause it feels wrong not to.

The monster wears the skin until the girl wants to breathe. Then they trade places again. Charm Sterling is a masterpiece of manufactured perfection. As the daughter of the Mayor, her life is a curated performance of hidden vulnerability and expensive manufactured beauty designed to destroy a chaotic past she can't afford to remember. When a physical key to a dark family secret-The Six Trust-surfaces, Charm and her seven childhood friends are thrown into a lethal game of rebellion against their own parents. Bound by an dark secret from fourteen years ago and the criminal legacy their families will kill to protect, the group must navigate a web of offshore accounts, illegal medical treatments, and a conspiracy that dates back to their first "monstrous" act. Meet the Fractured Seven: CRUE: Her volatile dark mirror-the internalized rage she cannot control. NEO: The brilliant architect of her sanity-the logic she uses as an anchor. LOVE: The angelic shadow of her lost authenticity and purity. ELSPETH: The moral center-the bridge between nature and nurture. ASHE: The cynical voice of internal sadness and hazardous truths. REIGN: The noble leader facing a ticking clock, fighting a war in his own bones. CHARM: The balance. The mask. The girl struggling to keep the monster from taking over for good. As the annual Masquerade Gala approaches, the masks are coming off-and not everyone will survive the unveiling. Reader's Warning: This is not just a thriller. It is a validating mirror. Whether you see a story of dark romance and high-stakes crime, or the internal psychological map of a mind fighting for its own identity, the truth is yours to decide. Morning me woke up a stranger to yesterday me... afternoon me is a stranger to evening me.

bad poems about bad things

• BOOK 2 of Wanna One Series • ❝You are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.❞ |AU| © snowflakesonmylaptop, 2017

Hi my name is Nox, these poems are what I myself have written and what my alters have written. I hope you enjoy these poems and I hope you can feel the emotions of what each of these poems mean.

A collection of poems and thoughts written in the dark of the night by a girl with mental illness

my original poems laid out here. on a screen. here with you. (the reader.) i struggle with bpd on the daily. from screaming, to mood swings, tremors, hallucinations, depression, outbursts, codependency, self destruction and splitting, etc... i've always loved my writings. especially when others tell me how dark they are. i don't see it in my work until after i've read it over again in the next few months. but i guess it's because in my brain consistently, everyday is on a never ending loop. i share these poems with you or no one. but if you do decide to read them, thank you. truly. i've always been determined to get myself out there but i give up a few days later when my work doesn't rise up and even though i know it takes time to do so, how could i not want to get up there when i know my potential? it's hard being a writer and having that confidence to share it with others but being doubtful on how successful i wanna be in terms of living my dream as an author and hopefully helping others not feel alone in this world of bpd, depression, addiction, self harm, etc. so, i hope you are willing and open to read my thoughts from my journal and notes app.

This story is real.

How it really feels like

Bodhi

A Daniel and Aled Fan Fiction ... Based off of the book Radio Silence by Alice Oseman, and the webcomic Heartstopper by Alice Oseman. ... "My name's Dae-Sung Jun. Everyone calls me Daniel, though. I'm seventeen. And I'm in love with Aled Last." ... Daniel is a seventeen year old student at the Academy. He's head boy and has perfect grades. He's going to one of the best Colleges in the country when he graduates. He seems to have everything under control. But, there's one tiny secret that's slowly tearing him apart: He's in love with his best friend Aled Last. ... (Daniel has Borderline Personality Disorder)

Alexandra Tarasova is dead. In fact, she's been dead for over two decades. She died right as her mother was transported away by the bad people. She died a few seconds before her sisters were forced into sleep and forcefully brought to the Red Room. She died in front of their very eyes. Natasha saw it. It was the last thing she saw before the drugs pulled her under, and it engrained so deep in her eyelids sometimes she still sees it as clearly as when she was eleven. Alexandra Tarasova is dead. So why is she standing in the middle of the Red Room's wreckage?

Poetry about losing yourself and loving the wrong person.