Truthhurts Stories

"Not everyone who looks at you truly sees you. Some only notice the version of you that serves their silence. Others love you not for who you are - but for the void you fill. This is a story of someone who walked through the world unarmed, carrying emotions like time bombs, trying to survive in a world of polite conversations and cruel forgettings. This isn't a love story. This isn't a motivational diary. It's a quiet rebellion. A philosophical autopsy of being a 'phase' in someone's life. If you've ever felt unseen even while being watched, loved but never chosen, or used in the name of healing - this is for you. Because some pains are only visible to the ones who feel them. And not everyone has equal eyes."

Jeon Wonwoo and Jeon Raein is a lovey dovey siblings and they love each other. In the past, their mother told Wonwoo that Raein is his foster sister but Raein has no idea about it. One day, his father is dying and he told his wife to tell Raein the truth and hopes for them to get married. The day their father dies, mom tell them the truth but Raein can't seem to accept the truth. At the same time, both of them are relieve to find that they can marry each other. Can Raein tell Wonwoo what she feels or is she going to dissapear and live a new live far away from them? 9/12/18

Dear Diary: Today was different... Read more to find out what was so different.

My poems encompass life lesson from myself and other sometimes with a dark twist between the lines

A poem about her

Poetry can say a lot about a person. How they feel, what they believe in. I like to think of all this as a way I represented myself, as well as how I still do. Please enjoy and forgive my terrible errors; some of these were written 3 (or more) years ago and I haven't had the heart to change them. Cover by @peakyboo If you need a cover you should definitely check her out!

A 'creature' after you and all you have is a phone to communicate but the people you love most could be as bad as the monster that lurks in the dark.

What would happen when one person crosses your life yet everyone thinks that person is a mistake? Your whole relationship is a mistake, your whole life is a mistake, even your choices are mistakes. However, what happens when all you feel is not a mistake, but a correction? Join Roxanne Bethany and her friends and family along a journey of... Misconceptions.

This book is brutal. It is not for the weak. It will offend you. It will question what you were taught. It will drag your pride and slap your excuses. But it will also show you the mirror - the one Africa has avoided for too long. If you are easily triggered, stop now. If you're ready to be reborn with fire and truth - keep reading. This isn't motivational. This is surgical.

Tired of the rating you're ships stories but wanted to do one then suddenly I definitely I'll something more comedic instead. (This is fanmade)

Some secrets are never meant to be spoken. Some memories are never meant to be forgotten. "I used to play with my grandmother. Then one day, she stopped playing with me. When I found out why... I wished I had never known. (Originally written in Year 5, this story has stayed with me ever since.)

These are just my thoughts-raw, unfiltered, and real. I'm not here to preach or change the world, just to share what's been on my mind about society, its expectations, and the way it shapes us. Maybe you'll relate, maybe you won't. Either way, these are the thoughts I wanted to share.

Poems & Hopeful inspiration...?

Solene is 24 living in a big city , she's got a big heart & loves her family... But something, or someone is missing a honest tale of the taboo & brushed under the rug realities of singledom in a city and society that asks you to not be different...

I left the park this morning. I couldn't even go to the dog park without hearing gunshots. Echoing through the air, relentless, tearing through peace like it was normal. Around the corner, a playground filled with kids. Each field packed, sneakers pounding grass, laughter struggling to survive, while bullets and echoes screamed above. This isn't just noise-it's trauma. Innocence exposed. Childhood interrupted. Every gunshot a reminder that someone's disregard outweighs safety, empathy, and humanity. Kids learn fear before they even know joy. Hypervigilance becomes their first lesson. And adults act like it's normal, like nothing is wrong. I had to leave. I couldn't sit there and breathe that poison. It's reckless. It's cruel. It's a warning of the world we're letting our children inherit. Wake up. Open your eyes. The fields are filled with future trauma, the playground is a warning, and your bullets are the soundtrack of broken childhoods. This poem is raw, undeniable, and unflinching. It's a call to see the truth, a reminder that life is too short to normalize chaos, and a demand for accountability.

In which the Lord guides our souls~ loving us every step of the way. This is simply how life has be given to us. ©️NOTVANTE

These excerpts Are the reAson I don't sleep

What really happens in the end....

A quiet confession of loving someone who only shows up when it's convenient. It captures the ache of waiting, overthinking, and feeling invisible in a one-sided connection. In the end, it asks for something simple-honesty instead of silence.