Mylife Stories

so guys this is my third book "He is the school's brightest star. I'm just the girl hiding behind an open locker door."To the rest of Oakwood High, Ethan is untouchable, popular, and always out of reach. To Aria, he's just the boy who stands next to her every morning at 7:45 AM, smelling of rain and expensive cologne. Aria has spent three years perfecting the art of being invisible. But when Ethan starts leaving anonymous, hand-written notes inside the vents of her locker, her quiet world is turned upside down.A story about hidden notes, accidental glances, and the courage it takes to be seen.

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- ئایا بڕوات بەئاڵو گۆڕی ڕۆحەکان هەیە؟ -چۆن شتی وادەبێت؟!!! هیچ کەسێک جـگە لە جۆنگکوک نـازانێت کـەمن نـۆڤا نیم!! جۆری چیرۆک:خـەیاڵی - خۆشـەویستی- هەموو مافێکی چیرۆکەکە دەگەڕێتەوە:_Rozaly7 هـیـوادارم بـەدڵتـان بێـت:) بردنی بیرۆکە بەهیچ جۆرێک ڕێگە پێدراونیە⚠️

Hello,Everyone. No,This Is Not A Book. I Decided To Make A Rule Book For All Of My Follower's Because Apparently,i've Been Gaining A Lot Of Follower's Lately,And Pretty Much,No One Doesn't Seem To Care,Follow,Or Read The Rule's In My Author's Note. So,Before You Follow Me,Please,Be Sure To Follow,Read,And Respect The Rule's. Thank You. Ended: Started: 01-01-26.

Paint it lavender, add flowers and glitter, music can't be missing, what are you going to save there? Just a diary :)

This is my first story, i'm a bit nervous. Thus i'm a writhing my daily routine here.

Meaningful quotes from famous people for new beginnings-

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

This is the story that is based on my life. It's just me sharing the story of my life based on My Point of View alright? It doesn't mean any harm or whatsoever and if this book feels too personal to read, maybe it's because some pages reflect you more than they reflect me. But yeah, please enjoy reading this and my writing skills have already improved since last time so have funn!

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)

Don't mind the cover, just some chloroform. Helps my problems go down :)

I thought I had to fix myself first. But healing is a journey without end. This journal is for anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or tired of pretending to be okay-yet keeps searching for meaning in their pain and finding ways to heal and grow. It's for those who find comfort in reading someone else's heart and realize, "Hey, that's me too." In I Was Here: A Bipolar Diary, Yana opens the pages of her life with raw honesty - one entry at a time. In this non-fiction journal, blending the intimacy of a diary and the openness of a blog, Yana shares deep thoughts, realizations, and reflections about growth, faith, and the quiet lessons found in ordinary days. While Yana lives with bipolar disorder, this is not just about the illness - it's about life itself: the love, the heartbreaks, the stillness, the learning, and the moments of depression that teach her how to rise again. Each diary entry reads like a late-night conversation between two souls trying to make sense of the world. It's a memoir that gently reminds you that your story - no matter how flawed or unfinished-is still worthy of being told.

I was just writing my feelings :l Thoughts about my life If anyone has any suggestions please tell me!

I fucking hate them both, my mom likes my siblings more than me because she always fucking give them what they wanted like she literally took my seaweed snacks that I payed for and gave it to them I FUCKING PAYED FOR THAT. And she's acting like she can do whatever she wants and that's her money. my dad is abusive that's all I could say to him, I support his nursing job but...he gave me abuse trauma.

Just me yapping abt random stuff

I decided to make a story about myself which I have been going through ʚ♡⃛ɞ Also please don't judge I'm lwk a idiot ngl this story is about me and if you're struggling just know I'm proud of you because youre still hereᨶ႒ᩚ:D Also don't mind my grammar>:p

People think storms end when the rain stops. They don't. Sometimes the rain disappears, but the memories remain. Years after walking away from the storm that once consumed her, the girl finds herself looking back-not with regret, not with longing, but with understanding. She loved him. He loved her in the only way he knew how. And yet somehow, love was never enough to save them. As she revisits the memories, the laughter, the heartbreak, the promises, and the pain, she begins to ask the questions she was too busy surviving to ask before. Can two people love each other and still be wrong for each other? Can you miss someone without wanting them back? And what do you do with a love that never completely leaves your heart? The Girl After the Storm is a story about healing, reflection, acceptance, and discovering that sometimes the greatest lessons arrive after the storm has passed. Because surviving was only the beginning. Understanding is the journey that comes after.

I am going to tell you guys every day (I try to) what happend in my life, kinda like a blog or just my internet diaries

Hi I'm Jk, your average teenage girl. HAHA JK! (Get it? Cause ny nickname is--oh nevermind bear with me I'm awkward) I'm so socially awkward it physically pains me at times to talk to people. I'm the listens-to-music-all-the-time-talks-to-herself-too-much kind of girl. If you know me personally, you know how I can go from dead quiet to laughing obnoxiously in like 0.2 seconds. To help me cope with being an introvert in an extrovert's world, I thankfully have my babies, Mitchie, Scooter, KitKat, AviWavi, and Kev Kev. These five choir nerds are my inspiration, and I'm obese with their fcuteness. This is a book of random stuff. School rants, merchandise ordering, funny screenshots, Mitchell Coby Michael Grassi--whatever I feel like goes into this here book. You have been warned.

A collection of poems I wrote while learning how to survive myself. Some were written through heartbreak. Some through healing. All of them were honest