Justsaying Stories

What happens when you find yourself in a funk that you can't get out of alone? Depression. Depression happens. Who helps you out of this funk? Lets just say you'll get by with a little help from your friends. (Ps: I'm never going to be able to finish this, but feel free to read what I have! Quality over quantity, am I right? :D )

Dear Reader, This is mostly unfiltered brain soup with some floating philosophical croutons. And rants :))) Anyway... ⋆˚Enjoy !꩜｡ Thank you to Fovya_Stories for the book cover !!!

You sell your soul to the devil, your wish: a friend, so in the 10 years you have left of your life the devil, or Luci as you come to call him, begrudgingly comes to care for you. So, when your time is up and it's time for your torture (As per usual). And Luci can't stand to see your pain, so he sets you up as one of his advisors. This is the story of how a meek, little woman with anxiety issues becomes the Second in Command to Satan himself, and gets to control all the little demons.

Embarassed. Awkward. Earth swallow me!

"You should leave him cause it really makes me say 'just saying.'"

Constant self reflects, judgements and overthinking nothing and everything. That's life, and so am I...

Just a quick update xx

"Keep Calm" #quotes designed from a #poster found in an English #bookstore 50 years after the ending of #wwii.

Just a thoughts.

an odd collection of jumbled up thoughts.

A collection of poems, spoken words and random thought-reflections, made with depth, deep longing for expression, coming from the very bottom of one's heart, full of love and hope. It could be an internal joy, determinatiin, disappointmnt or just random things reaching the mind. Indeed, heart speaks in human words.

"I can't show myself anymore"

When I was the age of four, I met my best friend who, at the time, was six. His name is Luke Hemmings, mine is Caroline Hope. We were best friends all through elementary and middle school. I'm 16, now, and he's 18. He's a senior, I'm a Sophomore. We went our separate ways when Luke began high school and we haven't really talked since. But now, all of a sudden, Luke wants to come back into my life... And it all began when I started dating the "bad boy" of the school, Derick Higs. And now he's saying that he's clearly better than him? That I should leave him?

Number 9656 nickname Num, lives in a society where everyone is equal. No one is permitted special treatment, unless you're part of The Elite. The Common Folk ache to become more. To make their own choices, lead their own lives. But no one can remember these thoughts long enough to act upon them. Num is different, and he knows it. He has the ability to dream, and eventually he becomes immune to the phenomena that is sweeping the Common Folk. He begins to remember. He can no longer forget, and he is targeted because of it. Join Num on his adventure to discover who he really is. Follow him through his journey of stopping The Elite, and freeing the Common Folk. Will The Elite discover his plans? Will Num live long enough to free civilization and save mankind?

this book will contain some of my thoughts from which I thought would be a good idea to write down and maybe share with whoever reads this kind of books (thanks for checking in btw). it'll probably contain short and random stories as well. it'll probably lack of completely correct grammar or spelling, english is not my mother language, please bear with me. it'll also probably function as some kind of diary for me. and it'll contain a bit of swearing, just saying. just so you know what you can expect from this piece of garbage :)

So I think everyone knows that Luca and Alberto love each other so Luca goes to school and some drama happens and Alberto is getting bored with the city so he goes back to the island and drama happens there will they meet again and confess their feelings or will they be with someone else and gone from each other forever

Some thoughts, poems or other things about my fucked up life/ mental health. Maybe a try to cope with some feelings, thoughts and other things. Edit: my life isn't completely fucked up, sometimes it is/feels more like that and sometimes less. Just read the texts you will see:) TW for sh and suicidal thoughts for some texts