Dailystruggles Stories

a personal poem about a hard time in life.

I believe every story has a meaning to it, a reason for its existence. Every book tells a story about a part of that authors life, that authors dreams, and that authors feelings. I believe we all are authors in progress. Before you judge and criticize my last sentence, let me explain. You see we all have this one book called Life, its not finished yet of course. It begins the day you were born all the way until the day you die. Start writing, your book is one of a kind. Your book is Priceless. Carpe Diem.

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A story that looks at what it is like to live in poverty in America, the "greatest" country in the world. This is a slice of life story that comes from the bottom of the corporate ladder, right at the rung where people barely squeak by. A story of a girl who has come to accept her daily routine as just being part of life. Jaded by how the world treats her, she's forced to learn that other people live a life equally as complex as her own. Wishing for something more, but finding that she can be happy even when she has little at all. I cannot promise that there will be no cliches or poor writing choices - this story is written for the love of writing more than anything.

"But you don't look sick?" That's what they always say... What they don't see is the exhaustion and pain that I've learnt to hide. Having a chronic illness means having to exist in a body that's so unpredictable, complex, and constantly fighting against me. Through personal experiences, and honest reflections, I'm sharing what life is really like behind closed doors. If you've ever felt dismissed misunderstood or invisible, you are not alone!

Like the title says - it's just a diary. Normal diary containing very random thoughts. It's mainly for me to enjoy my days a little bit more as each one is unrepeatable <3 (It's not necessarily the eighth part of the previous books. It's just the continuation as I've reached 200 parts in there and I simply cannot write more.)

Just some random things

Soma, Born of Old and New Money, of Royalties to distant to claim linkage, but strong enough to demand perfection, A man not yet formed but melted, mixed with the decisions of those who grew him, An expected success marinated in the opinions and thoughts of those who clipped his wings the second they spread. Oh How the mighty can fall when they have yet to stabilize, Read of his tale and see the face of human nature through his eyes.

A poem based off the feeling of faking an emotion when around other people.

They say you dont have to change who you are to find love. Thats not true. Sometimes you have to cross your limits in order to protect your loved ones and that can scar you for life. By the way thanks to my little army sister for the covers for both the stories. uwu you're the besht!! Completed- ✔️ Edited-✔️ Also contains strong and abusive language. Please do not read if you're triggered easily. You've been warned. #1 in dailystruggles #8 in drugdealing #22 in kimtaehyungfanfictions

Daily struggles as I lose my eye sight.

Just a record of my daily life or you may call it a diary entry... :)

Aven is living her life as a 16-year-old, until strange problems hit her, including strange powers, and a danger to her and her friends...

this is basically a book about how pointless everyday questions are in my mind so.... yeah. I hope you enjoy the book WARNING: nerd moments inside.

Ally Summers read somewhere that every soul is created with a pair to love and maybe, to discover why constellations are made in the first place. Though the latter part is just her own inclination to the mysteries of the universe. She didn't really took it to heart when she saw it being as her mind is busy with colorful imaginations and vivid scenarios of things she could do to better herself and that if only she could lose a few pounds, her face wouldn't look too big on pictures. Her very typical life consists of a run down to the bookstore, canvassing cafes, visiting thrift shops, hoarding clothes she's never gonna wear, planning art illustrations she's too demotivated and lethargic to do and all the while balancing her normal fleeting school life, not really popular but also, not really unpopular. She's never really cared about social standing or how she looks so awkwardly weird for people when she jumps and count her steps on tiles. When she looks at her self in the mirror, she feels equivocal. There are handful of times when she'd think she's pretty but when she stares hard, everything becomes bare and raw then she sees her truth, her miserable dementing truth, "I'm just a person who's into looking up the stars because she could never be one in the first place." She said. All of her beliefs about herself changed and faltered though. It was because of that unsuspecting ordinary day at school that turn all of her consuming worries into something beautiful. There he was, the light and the stars, all for her. But wait, someone around is lurking too and he is everything enigma, all darkest depths of the night is who he is and she can't help but want to unravel him. She's torn and so so so confused. - this story will contain mature language, themes, mention of depression and body dysphoria.

Random poetry, written at random moments on random days making an odd collection of poems from an adolescent-to-grown-up struggling with depression and the meaning of life, while using poetry to cope.

An ongoing journey through mental illness and the daily thoughts and struggles that accompany it