Realtalk Stories

This isn't a story. This is just some confessions of my own and words of wisdom for other women, young or old, who are trying to heal and grow, just as I did and am still doing. Life isn't easy. There is absolutely no game plan. Every single day is a mystery and wild-card madness. No matter how prepared you think you are, nothing really prepares you for life. We are ALL doing this for the first time. So as women, let's build one another up and support one another the best we can.

Let's Be Real... I'll Go First 💛 This isn't really a story. It's a conversation. A place where I show up, say something real, and then pass it to you. Some days will be deep. Some will be fun. Some might be a little too honest. But every post? I go first. And then it's your turn 💛

තත්පරයක සිතුවිලි අකුරු කර, පිටුවක රඳවා තබාගන්නා උත්සාහයකි

By the end of this short poem book you too will be a professional Whimsical skadoodler. Good luck on your journey, wish you well.

A deep dive into my brain. Posting these poems for people to possibly resonate with and get a sense of comfort knowing you aren't the only one feeling how you are. Stay strong🫶 P.s. I'm not a professional writer and I do this as a way to air out.

A short story about realizing the people closest to you can wear two faces. It follows the moment trust breaks, the sting of being replaced without a word, and the quiet lesson that comes after. Not about revenge, but about seeing clearly and choosing yourself next time. Straightforward, emotional, and written for anyone who's ever been let down by someone they called family.

Hallo, ich habe eine sehr tragische Liebesgeschichte geschrieben und sie ist sehr abstrakt geschrieben, da ich mich gerne anpasse an den Inhalt meiner Geschichten. Eine wirkliche Fan-Fiction ist es jetzt nicht, aber es ist eine anspruchsvolle Geschichte. Man sollte sie nicht runterrasseln, sondern über jeden Schritt nachdenken und sein eigenes Interpretieren. Ich wünsche euch viel Spaß beim lesen. In Love Hany.

I haven't shifted yet and would really like to 💗 if you have any tips/ tricks or if there is something I should change please don't hesitate to leave a comment somewhere 💗 happy shifting everybody!

I randomly started writing this because i really have no one to share this. And i felt like people here aren't that judgemental.

Read to see...

Sa mundo ng pagkakamali, may puso pa rin na handang magmahal... kahit sobrang nakakapagod na...

This is about stuff that you ponder about at 3am or even things I do and wonder if any one else does. Sometimes even some serious talk.

I know I should be using reddit for this, but I'm not old enough to use it. either way I would never really know how to use it

Hi, These are just my thoughts and feelings of not being at the right place where I actually want to be. Feelings of a girl who just came home after being away from home for 6 months. Even if it's really personal just read it, maybe you can relate to this maybe not and maybe you just don't care. But that's all right. Language might change between English and German. I apologise in advance.

Are we all ugly?Are we all pretty?Is beauty just a human concept created by the media to put certain men or women down...

Shit that's in my head.

"Failure of the World" This is not fiction. This is not sugar-coated. This is what happens when the world stops caring - when justice fails, when the system turns its back, and when the only light left is the one glowing through the windshield of a parked car at 3 A.M. A woman pushed to the edge. Four months of surviving in her car. No phone. No safety net. No mercy. Just streetlights, cold nights, and the same people who pretend not to see her. Cops who listen but don't hear. Strangers who say "God bless" and hand out eight dollars like it's salvation. Every word she spits burns through the silence - raw, unfiltered, real. She's not just fighting for survival. She's exposing the truth: A world that claims to care but doesn't. A system that's blind to its own crimes. A society that fails the broken, the honest, the brave - and still dares to call it "help." This is her voice. This is her story. This is the disgrace of a world that let her fall, then asked her to smile through it. Read her truth. Feel her fury. Understand what "failure" really means.

I never quite understood what she meant when she said that I'm 'too good looking' for my own good, or how my looks, and my 'perfection' would be the reason I hurt her, until it hit me, rather, until I hurt her. I never fully understood that hurt until I did, I never fully grasped just what she went through, each time I put her through it, until she put me through it. Hurt. Pain. Frustration. Sad. Lied too. Self-doubt. Depression worse than you're average depression. Anger. Shame. Broken. Rejected. Exposed. Wounded even. Replaced. Foolishness. Disgusted. Self-blame. Torture. Tortured. Fear. Alone. Heartache. Stomach-ache. Humiliated. Nauseas. Betrayed. Love - yeah, love, the one that doesn't quite belong, one would think, yet it's the one that shades out everything else, and strangely what should dissipate but does quite the opposite, the one that, confusing the hell out of me even today, makes you feel you need to stay, even though all you want is to leave...

a collection of poetry that's come from places of darkness or desires , these poems include themes of drvg add1ct1on, an0rexia, and other dark topics of life and illness through my eyes;

You can't hide, but you can cry. Basahin mo, baka makatulong sayo. Kung ika'y may nasaktan, magbasa ka nalang. Baka sakaling mag bago pa buhay mo. Just sayin'.😉