Mylife Stories

Sometimes the truth is so incredible that you start to fear whether they will believe it. A story that never should have happened. The path of a father who tried for ten years to return him and his daughter to each other. A story about love, hope, struggle. And about the fact that even after the heaviest losses, life still has meaning. For the sake of the most important two words...

This book is about overcoming obstacles in life and having to put your trust in God through these times.

A story written to protect the memories. about a boy who was abused. But even more about me the man that was that boy. I trying to write it down to finally start the healing. To understand why things happened. But most importandly to save the memories before I try again to replace them with the lies to try to forget them

just random things from my Life tex storys,Fun facts,things about me and more★ೄྀ༄

This is my diary, L's diary, I'm a 18 years old boy who want to know more about himself, who want to see what his mind will take him, what his day's like, how his thoughts go trough him mind. With daily writing and publish, I hope you're going to have fun having intern discussions with me, that you'll be able to help or understand my issues, as well as my happy moments. Feel free to explore my universe, my world, my mind and my diary. I hope you're going to have fun with it. L

This is how hard it is

✦ REX'S DIARY ✦ Silly Stories About My Daily Life Welcome to Rex's Diary, a little corner of my life where absolutely ordinary days somehow turn into complete chaos, questionable decisions, random thoughts, embarrassing moments, school stories, friendship drama, tiny victories, and things I probably should have kept to myself. 😂 This isn't a perfectly organised diary, because honestly, neither is my life. One day I might be talking about school, the next I'm obsessing over music, writing stories at an unreasonable hour, sharing tea and gossip, or somehow turning the smallest event into an entire cinematic experience. So grab your imaginary cup of tea, get comfortable, and come experience the funny, messy, dramatic, wholesome and occasionally ridiculous world of Rex. No perfect life. No perfect stories. Just me, my chaos, and whatever happens next. 🖤✨ Welcome to Rex's Diary. You've been warned. 😭📖

About the Book Behind the silence is the story of a life that began with a childhood filled with experiences no child should have to carry. For years, silence was part of survival. There were things that couldn't be talked about, things that were expected to stay within the family, and memories that were pushed down and carried quietly into adulthood.But eventually, silence becomes its own kind of weight. Now, for the first time, she is choosing to speak. This book takes you through her life from childhood into adulthood-the moments that shaped her, the pain she carried, the things she lost, the things she survived, and the person she became along the way. This isn't a story written to make anyone feel sorry for her. It's a story about finally telling the truth. Because sometimes the most powerful thing a person can do after spending their whole life being told to stay quiet is to finally say: This happened to me. This is my story. And I'm not hiding it anymore.

my name is Grace and this is my life her name is Grace Mae (This book is completed still but l will still be writing more chapters whenever l feel like and only one chapter whenever l feel motivated to do it and l have being using good AI to help but it's still my ideas and l choose what way l want to write my chapters and l will go through all my previous chapters and l have already posted a chapter l have an part 2 to the last chapter l had on my story and with the help of google AI)

Also will do Hazbin Hotel and maybe some TADC memes. Mainly just shit that's happened in my life.

These poems are something dark. Meanings you may not fully understand. Everything written is true. Everything is another story. Written at the moment of broken. The story of a broken girl. The story of broken me.

Hi, I don't know how to write books but I wanted to do something :)

DESC IN THE STORY JS BCOZ

idk I've been going through a lot so I'm just writing this all down, maybe you'll relate, somewhat like poetry?

literally my diary in cause you wanna read someone elses life for fun i'll use codenames lol so ya'll can vote on those in the comments

~for all who thinks no one cares~ ---------------------------------------------------------------------- •Ayra Ansari• She wasn't loudest person in the room but somehow she always became its heartbeat.. "Some people leave footprints, Ayra leaves stories" •Daniyal Raza• The kind of person you'd miss in crowded room-until you realised he had noticed everything about it.. "He never asked for attention. He simply noticed the things everyone else forgot." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Love can find a way itself..

Zamba cikin aminci, dana sani, soyayya.

just a collection of random thoughts feelings and emotions ✨✍️📝📜

Hello, for months I have been thinking about what i wanted to do with my journal entries. Maybe I would burn the journal or rip it and forget about it, but no. I decided to digitalize(idk if thats a world lol but i hope u get what i mean) my journal entries in hopes to share my experiences and thought with the best community there is- the readers! From deep thoughts to silly statements, this journal is for everyone. If you relate to any of my entries, don't hesitate to comment or reach out! Lots of love, Jaya Xing

I'm just a teenage girl trying to find a way to continue living after a horrible past and and unknown future. My past consist of phisical/sexual/mental abuse, molested,being brainwashed,depression,cutting a suicidal thoughts. ... You don't remember my story all you can think about is your own. You can not heal me you are not a healer. You can not fix me I am not broken.you can not save me or hide me from my story I have to make peace with it . Sometimes someone hurts you so bad you stop hurting at all. Until someone makes you feel again and then it all comes back. Every word, every hurt, every moment. How can you understand where I came from even if you ask, even if you listen you did not really hear or see or feel. You don't remember my story you have not walked my path;you haven't seen what I have seen and felt ... My past defines me this is who I am. This is a true story about my life every thing in here is true