Myself Stories

These are just random funny scenes that just happen to me in my weird and crazy life

Ig I need to talk abt myself lmao

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

📷 🌱 🌼 ✧*｡٩(๑˙╰╯˙๑)و✧*｡

Kartik has always believed that the past is something that can be understood, reconstructed, and eventually explained. As the head of an AI company developing a system capable of recreating past events through immersive experiences, he has spent years proving that memories, places, and forgotten moments can be brought back to life through technology. But there are some things the past does not want to remain buried. What begins as a ordinary birthday party become into a strange location soon becomes a mystery involving distorted memories, unexplained deaths, impossible coincidences, and a place that appears to exist differently depending on who enters it. Eventually, Kartik discovers that House No. 36 may not simply be a haunted or abandoned house. It may be a gateway. A gateway to a world that exists alongside his own. A mirror world. As Kartik gets closer to the truth, the mysterious masked woman becomes increasingly important. Is she protecting him? Is she manipulating him? Is she connected to the deaths? Or is she someone trapped between the two worlds? The closer Kartik gets to House No. 36, the more he realizes that he may not be investigating the mystery at all. The mystery may have been waiting for him. And the Curse of Kalash may have already begun. House No. 36 is the first chapter of The Curse of Kalash-a supernatural mystery where technology meets ancient darkness, dreams reveal possible deaths, reality has a reflection, and every answer comes with a price. Because sometimes, the most dangerous place isn't the house you enter.

20 facts about myself

bios of my various me's and other characters I feel important enough to be here. It's also now random stories ideas I've had

This is just about everyone not caring and making fun of Y/N and her feelings. Well, at least I think so. Who's Katherine? Eh, doesn't matter, there are some pretty cool characters in this. Self-aware? What's that mean? Poor y/n, did she really deserve it?

Somethings left unsaid in the life of hers, which she wanna say out loud and wanna make it reach to the people who experiences the same . She wanna make people feel good about themselves who think only they are suffering . So here is a book based on some inspirational writings and loneliness confessions including a pinch of romance, please vote if you like it. *highest ranking* #45 - myself (19/8/2021) #8 - pious(19/8/2021)

Welcome to your Author's Diary What really happens to your Author's life? [ Feel Free to judge :) ] Note: Filipino version?

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𓆩♡𓆪 ☾⋆｡°✩ 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝔂 𝓶𝓮 ✩°｡⋆☽ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒂𝒅, 𝒐𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆-𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔. ♡ 𝑰𝒇 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆. ♡ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕, 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔. 🪽 𓆩♡𓆪 "𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌-𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎." 𓆩♡𓆪

I think I did satanic rituals when I was ten?????

my life summarized in a book

Pada akhirnya dewasa itu bukan lagi tentang usia melainkan memahami bagaimana cara manusia menghargai perasaan manusia.

this is not a story this just some facts about me

She was the one who created me from a sacred sin... And he was the curse that saved her from the light... And in December... the lights went out and the final act began... Winter was never a season... it was the hour of reckoning. where love became a crime. death, a beautiful prison. and silence. a cold melody played upon the lips of lovers... Ther. the story that should never have begun finally began.

My story of my childhood and school experience -MJ

My painful reality with suppressing my feelings towards someone who does not deserve an ounce of me.

Baby Saja noticed the milk on the ground (he's 400 years old when he's a demon) So, Baby Saja drank the milk, not noticing the expiration date and soon, he got a stomach ache. The saja boys took care of him until he was better.

This is just a dear myself in a month