Truthhurts Stories

Sabuong buhay ko, inakala ko perpekto na lahat sa akin. May masayang pamilya, maayos na estado, at palaging inuuna ang pangarap. But I guess, life isn't always perfect; because that's life, we can't escape obstacles in our life. Then I met Alistair, ang lalaking bumihag sa puso ko. Ang lalaking sinuportahan ako sa mga bagay na hinahangad ko. Noong mahalin ko siya, akala ko mas perpekto na ang buhay ko; nag mamahalan kami, tinatahak ko ang pangarap ko... pero sa isang iglap lang, tila nag laho ang lahat. There are things that sometimes, much better to hide. Pero paano kung ang bagay na iyon ay mumultuhin ka habang buhay? Even if unbelievable things can hurt you, it's much better to not imprisoned yourself all your life.

Practice discernment to know the truth behind the lies. Random thoughts to spark your creative imagination and speak your truth. It's good to know and say "no" to situations that make you feel less like a human.

Perfect life. Perfect family. Everything is either near perfect or perfect. That fateful day... You woke up to a news that will lead your life to...disaster.

𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘨𝘰𝘮

This isn't poetry for comfort. This is what survival sounds like when it's done bleeding quietly. This is for the people who were called strong because no one ever stayed long enough to help. For the ones who prayed, broke, sinned, healed halfway, and kept moving anyway. For the ones who got judged for how they survived instead of why they had to. I didn't come out clean. I came out alive. And if that makes me a hypocrite to people who never had to choose between drowning and breathing ugly, so be it. This is grief that learned how to stand. Faith that argues with God and still shows up. Love that wants connection but refuses to lose itself again. A heart that's tired of pretending healing is quiet or pretty. If you hear anger in this, good. If you hear truth in this, even better. And if this makes you uncomfortable, ask yourself why - because it wasn't written for applause. It was written because I'm still here. Still here. Still breathing. Still standing. Hypocrite.

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)

Errors ahead! Not yet reviewed. Brielle Lu a half Filipino-Chinese had this nightmare she gets used to but her best friend Mica Macsworth, a half Korean-American who was always been with her was afraid that she might have trauma for what these dreams are. But, she shrugged everything off and continued her life as if she had never had those nightmares. Not until when the pieces were solved. There she understood what her nightmares were. It was suffocating her and making her fear it most.

Just something I've been making since 6th grade and now I'm continuing it (｡･ω･｡)

♡basically things that piss me off about people and such♡

Reasons may be known as answers to everything but most of the times reasons may also be unreasonable for anyone who reads between the lines or knows the truth behind some perfectly inperfect reasons. Tag-lish po siya hindi po pure english. Pwede rin po kayo magcomment ng nga bagay na gusto niyong mabigyan ng rason , I'll do my very best to help you know the possible reasons.

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.

A poem about someone who was once deeply close but slowly turned into a stranger - and the strength it takes to let go and move on.

So this book will mostly be about whatever is going on in crazy my life at the moment,and yeah so sorry if it's weird,but so am I so there.

In lands unknown, she finds her way, A path untrodden, new decisions to sway. Awakening to dream once more, Breaking chains that held her failed lore. Survival becomes her ultimate quest, The final battle puts her to the test. Illusions crumble, disappointment found, Yet new ideas and hope abound. Last battle marks a fresh start, As time ticks away, a beating heart. Will she endure, this courageous soul? Or will her sacrifice be in vain, the toll? Fentanyl E001: The Last Battle (FE001: TME Sequel) Date Started: July 13, 2020 Date Finish: - - - -

In her little world, Felice ends up between two very different boys. But will she make the choice? Or will it be made for her?

Three girls with drama ahead they don't realize Intel the end

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(FICTION)This isn't your average diary. It's raw. It's chaotic. It's a collection of the loudest thoughts in the quietest head. Open if you dare but this is where the maniacs write.

Quinn Northwood is just a regular 17 year old girl with a regular life. she lived in California all her life, but when she was 11 the Lynch's moved across the road. she really seemed to hit it off with the 12 year old Ross and they became best friends. when she's 15 she meets Stan, the jok at her school and her grades seem to fall. Ross tutors her to get them back up, but they get up to more than just private lessons in Ross's room. everything in their world comes crashing when Stan thinks it is his baby, and tried to get rid of it himself. it all kicks off when Stan maybe overreacts about the baby not being his. Do NOT copy my story, or I will track you down and I will scoop your eyes out with a spoon and forcefeed them to you :)