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 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.

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.

Basa well po.😊. sana kapulutan ninyo ng aral.

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

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'll start writing this after I'm done with the first "book." ⚠️ This is the 9th-grade sequel of "And at the End of the Day, We Sleep." This is basically a series of diary entries about my day-to-day life and the drama that happens. A LOT of tweaks so the diary entries are not completely real and some parts are just stuff I made up. (Sorry for my bad grammar; I suck at writing.) (I use Grammarly most of the time.)

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.

The life journey of a 19 year old girl trying to figure out the meaning in living in this big lonely world. She is struggling on what she wants to do with her life, stressing on her life choices. She wants to be happy but is terrified that life will over power her. Will the young 19 year old girl ever figure out what she wants in life, as she helpless seeks for the answers?

Unconventional methods of telling others the truth. These are words to friends that I wish I could say aloud, but I have to settle for writing them instead. Each chapter will apply to a different person in my life, who affected me for better or for worse. I'll try to keep it G-PG, but the rating will change if my opinions need to.

Rx script 1 -Dr. ALTernative aka me.

If I had the chance to go back to childhood, I would love the freedom from stress... but hate the lack of freedom to be heard. This is a nostalgic, emotional journey through the beauty and frustration of growing up.

Trigger Warnings: Suicide Self-Harm Depression Substance abuse Doulogy 1/2 (im sorry for these. i was in middle school)

We all have out struggles, our insecurities, our problems. And when we realize that most of the time we cannot change ourselves, we look for someone else to help us, someone to tell us they are there, that they care. But sometimes you have no one. Sometimes you have to be the one to love yourself. WARNING: Triggering themes, talk about self harm, self deprecation, depressing thoughts

This is just me ranting and talking about different things you can even request for me to talk and give my thoughts about a certain topic. Any and all pictures/ videos well most likely not belong to me. P.S COVER WAS MADE BY @Cinxder