Personal Stories

Every time I get frustrated, angry, upset, I come back to the same idea. I'm not suicidal. I don't want to die. I just wish I had never been born. I just wish life on earth never existed to begin with. Maybe it's cowardly. Maybe it's fairly so. Either way, it's my truth. So, let's talk. This is a collection of my outbursts or moments of grief that I have put into a string of words. Apparently, it helps. It is my take on my own bits and struggles with mental health that I am willing to share. I will give a fair warning: I like to talk in metaphors and give ambiguous terms meaning. I hope you will at least give it a chance and hopefully you can connect with it. Maybe create some of your own blurbs in the comments. This is how I de-stress. What's yours?

The enormity of my desires disgust me. Stranger Things / Will Byers cover by Lottie // heartfates

Xeno ရဲ့ နေ့စဉ်ရေး ဒိုင်ယာရီစာအုပ်လေးပါ။☘️

So... this is basically where I'll dump random ass things in my head or life onto. Art from the title page is not mine except for Percy there. I do not own any characters on the title page.

Mis motivos de porque quiero estudiar cine. Yupiii. No es un fanfic, solo una idea x que se me ocurrió una noche comiendo nuggets y una lata de fuze tea, campeón del mundo.

The Koopas wake up in another life and remember every detail of their past life. Will they cope with the sudden change or yearn for a past that no longer exists? Art is not mine. I found them on tiktok ;) Also this is a fanfic about me and my friend group 😭

Just random things about my therianthropy. Feel free to read, ask questions, comment, or just talk.

After years of living in Spain, Sierra and Xavier return to a place they once called home. What should have been a simple reunion quickly turns into something much bigger. Old friendships are rekindled, familiar faces return, and memories from the past begin resurfacing. But while some things feel exactly the same, others have changed more than anyone expected. New people enter their lives. New bonds are formed. And new stories begin. As the friend group grows, each person brings their own struggles, secrets, dreams, and scars. Some are searching for acceptance. Some are running from their past. And others are trying to figure out who they really are. Through late-night conversations, beach trips, movie nights, laughter, heartbreak, and unexpected connections, the group discovers that growing up isn't something you do alone. Sometimes the people who enter your life unexpectedly become the people you can't imagine losing. Filled with friendship, romance, drama, humor, emotional moments, and personal growth, this story follows a group of teenagers learning how to face the future while carrying the weight of their past. Because no matter how far life takes you, some people will always feel like home.

Stay Content: Memoir of Bamboo Flower is a coming-of-age memoir about growing up with loss, quiet admiration, and hope. Through childhood memories, friendships, and an unforgettable first crush, the discovers of the people who shape our lives are not always the ones who stay, but the ones who quietly inspire us to become who we are. A gentle story about resilience, gratitude, and the people who unknowingly leave footprints on our lives.

" 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆" - sza HIGHEST RANKS •# 2 in pesonal •# 3 in awkward moments •#1 in esteem LAST UPDATED: 3 /1/ 2026

This is my life-unfiltered, honest, mine. For so long, I hid: ashamed of where I came from, afraid of my own face, convinced I wasn't enough. I carried every doubt, every quiet hurt, every lesson no one else saw. But this isn't just about fear or love. It's about me: growing through it all, learning to see my worth, and finally finding my voice.

Welcome to my little corner under the glass bell. If you have stumbled upon this page, you are likely looking at fragments of my mind translated into words. I am a high school student trying to make sense of the world, a writer at heart, and someone who spends an excessive amount of time overthinking everything from everyday moments to systemic societal structures. Here, you will find my essays, personal reflections, and fanzine-style musings. I write about existential loneliness, the quiet complexities of growing up, the overlooked hardships of human experiences, and the books, music, and poetry that keep me grounded-from the evocative lines of Nilgün Marmara to the melancholic melodies echoing through my headphones. This space isn't meant to offer definitive answers or grand life lessons. Rather, it is a collection of pomegranate-seed thoughts-small, vivid, and deeply personal pieces of life that leave a distinct stain on the mind long after you've finished reading. Thank you for stopping by, reading, and sharing this quiet space with my words. Grab a cup of coffee, stay awhile, and let's wander through the maze of thoughts together.

Short and sweet. Maybe more parts down the road? Oasis, Springfield MA. A community with entertainment and love. Surrounded by all these workers who show how caring they all are. The ladies put on a great smile on a daily basis. Meeting older, yet wiser people. A great place to be while I get my license but. The sense of humor is great, there isn't a day we aren't laughing about something.

Fifteen-year-old Kinley Choden has always been the girl who smiles, even when her heart is full of questions. To others, she is shy, funny, caring, and stubborn. But behind that smile is someone who overthinks every word, struggles to trust people, hides her feelings, and constantly wonders if she is ever enough. When she begins a new chapter of her life at a fictional boarding school nestled in the mountains of a Himalayan kingdom inspired by Bhutan, she expects nothing more than another school year. Instead, she finds unforgettable friendships, teachers who shape her future, painful lessons, unexpected challenges, and a slow-blooming connection that changes the way she sees herself. As dreams become uncertain, hearts are tested, and life refuses to follow the path she imagined, Kinley must learn that growing up isn't about having all the answers-it's about finding the courage to keep walking even when the road disappears beneath your fee (Part 1)

I want to take you on a journey-a journey that begins with a heart attack and ends in a universe of stories. Here, you will get to know my path, how this universe emerged from processing my own life. With everything that goes with it: the plots of the individual stories, what lies behind them, the personal aspects, and my intentions. From euphoria to depression. I will be glad if you want to accompany me on this journey. Veronika Mars

## THE RACE WE NEVER CHOSE Ire and Fadaka were never supposed to become rivals. They were friends before they understood what competition meant-two boys growing up side by side, sharing classrooms, football fields, family memories, and dreams beneath the branches of an old mango tree. Then came the comparisons. One result. One ranking. One innocent question: **"Why can't you be more like him?"** What begins as encouragement slowly becomes a race neither boy remembers choosing. As childhood gives way to ambition and the world around them grows bigger, Ire and Fadaka must discover who they are beyond grades, expectations, success-and each other. Because sometimes the person standing beside you isn't your competition. Sometimes they're simply running a different race. And sometimes... **the hardest race to escape is the one someone else convinced you that you were losing.** *The Race We Never Chose* is an emotional coming-of-age story about friendship, family, comparison, ambition, identity, and the invisible pressure of never feeling like enough.

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Some wounds never leave bruises. They live quietly inside the mind, hidden behind smiles, laughter, and the words, "I'm okay." This is a collection of the thoughts I could never say out loud-letters to myself, pieces of grief, moments of hope, and the questions I still don't have answers to. I don't write because I've healed. I write because sometimes surviving feels easier when the weight is shared with a blank page. Maybe these pages won't fix what's broken. But if you've ever felt alone in your own mind, I hope they remind you that someone, somewhere, has felt it too.

This is a collection of acrostic poems written with the intention of using everyday objects to pass on deeply embedded messages. They are also written with the intention of visually describing them while highlighting their value in our personal lives.

🔐𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙭𝙚𝙨