Reallydontcare Stories

Being a single is an easy way to have a freedom, how do you have a freedom, if you tied up in a relationship?... So how to be a single??? ~short story ~ps- pag pasensyahan niyo nalang po yung mga wrong grammars and some typos.

This fanfic is set as if Demi and Cher are promoting Really Don't Care in the Uk and they are promoting it on Alan Carr. There will be a Demi and Cher romance in this. Hope you enjoy!

I rp too much to have a life, so I have a bunch of ocs! Here's some now!

⚠️WARNING: LEMONS 🍋 PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK⚠️

random art I draw every day I'm obsessed with drawing and I'll just throw them away so here's a way to save them and get options Waring they may be bad .

WARNING!!! THE EXCERPTS A BUNCH OF MISLEADING CRAP!!! I WROTE THIS IN SEVENTH GRADE, AND ITS REALLY APPALLING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, FOR YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!! Hope Angel Dawson . The only thing people in her small town describe her as are; ugly, stupid, rejected, outcast, imperfect, abnormal, worthless, coward, shall I go on? Never once has Hope gone a day without the hatred from others being put upon her physically and verbally. She has never felt the feeling of being loved and accepted by anyone. She will do anything, even so far as to walking to the ends of the earth when there is a possibility that there will be nothing there to catch her if she falls, just to get away from the path she is on. When Hope is left with nothing, she undergoes a change in her path fate has so kindly made. She will meet new people who genuinely want to be acquainted to her. What will happen to the walls she had so carefully built with the thickest and strongest materials? What will people think of the girl she had locked up inside her when her life went downhill? Everyone who has ever left Hope in the dust will now watch as she rises from the ashes.

Just writing

May mga tao talagang late nabibiyaan ng Diyos. Yun bang, sa physical appearance ay talagang nasa huli sa listahan ng kagandahan. Alam mo yun? Kasi, sabi ng iba, pwede ring, nagmamadali Siya sa paggawa ng tao, o kaya deadline na kaya hindi na niya binigyang pansin kung ano ang mukha ng ginagawa niya. Kagaya ko, sabi nila, ang pangit ko raw. Makapal ang kilay, dry ang lips, rough ang skin, maraming pimples, mukhang hipon dahil ang sexy raw ng body ko tapos yung mukha hindi pumantay, at ang buhok ko raw ay parang hindi nasusuklayan in one year. Pero wala akong paki sa kanila. I don't care if they think that I look like a monster. I don't care if they call me the poster mother of Rapunzel. Or Corazon, ang unang aswang, or anything else. I don't care. And I don't bother to care. Dahil isa ako sa mga taong naniniwalang mabibigyan rin ako ng mga biyaya in the right day, the right time and in the right place.

"No one cared when she was alive, But somehow people remembered her when she died." ___________________________________________________________________________________________ "They said don't cry when she died But then why the hell did they cry?"