Bpd Stories

The monster wears the skin until the girl wants to breathe. Then they trade places again. Charm Sterling is a masterpiece of manufactured perfection. As the daughter of the Mayor, her life is a curated performance of hidden vulnerability and expensive manufactured beauty designed to destroy a chaotic past she can't afford to remember. When a physical key to a dark family secret-The Six Trust-surfaces, Charm and her six childhood friends are thrown into a lethal game of rebellion against their own parents. Bound by an dark secret from fourteen years ago and the criminal legacy their families will kill to protect, the group must navigate a web of offshore accounts, illegal medical treatments, and a conspiracy that dates back to their first "monstrous" act. Meet the Fractured Seven: CRUE: Her volatile dark mirror-the internalized rage she cannot control. NEO: The brilliant architect of her sanity-the logic she uses as an anchor. LOVE: The angelic shadow of her lost authenticity and purity. ELSPETH: The moral center-the bridge between nature and nurture. ASHE: The cynical voice of internal sadness and hazardous truths. REIGN: The noble leader facing a ticking clock, fighting a war in his own bones. CHARM: The balance. The mask. The girl struggling to keep the monster from taking over for good. As the annual Masquerade Gala approaches, the masks are coming off-and not everyone will survive the unveiling. Reader's Warning: This is not just a thriller. It is a validating mirror. Whether you see a story of dark romance and high-stakes crime, or the internal psychological map of a mind fighting for its own identity, the truth is yours to decide. Morning me woke up a stranger to yesterday me... afternoon me is a stranger to evening me.

A trip into my mind

These poems contain sensitive topics. They are mainly about mental health; such as depression, anxiety, su/cde, heartbreak, borderline personality disorder and ptsd. if this is not for you, please do not read it. I do not want anyone triggered :( These poems are inspired by the storm in my mind that I am suppose to walk through everyday. One day at a time.

it's just a story

compilation of poetry viewer discretion may be advised

a story about a girl who's a pathological liar surrounded by people who don't believe a word she says. she has a dream one night and it slowly starts to become reality, but nobody what's to believe her because of her past lies.

Hiya! It seems you have found my book of poetry, Every poem in this book is my original work! I had one book before this one but I want to keep this book for the ones I really like! The other book will turn into rough drafts or ideas I'm not that happy with but still want to keep! I will be adding poems from that book into this one so beware of some repeats between the two books!

Diario della vita di una ragazza adolescente a cui è stato diagnosticato un disturbo di personalità:gioie, dolori, vittorie ,sconfitte. Il suo viaggio verso la guarigione e per diventare adulta.

Cara Black y Máxime' Du Hast. Cara esta ascendiendo en un tiempo récord su carrera de producer/DJ su música original es etérea pero con sentimientos sin llegar a ser un techno atascado, con su ambient, dedicándole más tiempo a lo que ama pensarías que ya gana millones de la música, porque necesitaría un side job? ah si, por que esto no es tan facil. Esta es nuestras experiencias desde afuera de la ventana.

Do you act high around your friends so they don't know how you really feel? Do you fake smiles? Laughs? Anything? Well, I've got some good news: this is for you!

my vents and vent poems.

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭-𝐈𝐧; 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞. 13 year old Y/N L/N has recently moved to Beckton from another town. In their previous town, they were homeschooled, not leaving the property for a total of 2 years, only leaving their room when they were the only person home, which was often, all of this changes when their mom packs up their home and take Y/N with them to Beckton, a town 5 hours away from her previous home. I do not own any of the characters in this book (except for Lisa/Y/N's mom), all of the canon characters are owned by Sr. Pelo.

Bodhi

This book is about Ayisha, who is a high schoo; who has a fallout with her only friend group since middle school while struggling with a drunk, abusive father, rumours, addiction, depression and more and becomes a stripper to pay for college (TEASTER) I leave the room and the curtain swings shut behind me, heavy with perfume and sweat. The hallway feels colder now, or maybe that's just me cooling off. I head straight to the bathroom - need a minute, need air. The mirror's cracked, the light's buzzing overhead like it's mocking me. My reflection looks tired, fake, like a version of me I never meant to become. I dab at my lip gloss with a napkin that smells like cheap soap. You're fine, Ayisha. Just breathe. But then - that thought creeps in. Them. Luna and Britney. My girls. The trio. The ones everyone wished they could sit with, laugh with, be with. We were unstoppable - matching nails, slow-mo videos, late-night FaceTimes, crying over dumb drama that didn't even matter. And then Britney's boyfriend had to open his mouth. One lie - "Ayisha was flirting with me." That's all it took. Britney believed him. Of course she did - Miss perfect hair, perfect house, perfect little world. She always had to be the one in control. And Luna? She just nodded along, her pink gloss catching the light like she understood anything that was happening. Didn't even look at him that way. I can still see Britney's face when she said, "I can't trust you." Like I was something disgusting. Like, I ruined her image. My chest tightens. Breath goes thin. The bass outside turns into a pulse that's pounding through my ribs. My vision starts to fuzz around the edges.

Poems, memos, things I wish I could change.

Priya is an expert at wearing masks. To the world, she's just trying to survive senior year alongside her best friend, Ankita, and Ankita's boyfriend, Amar. But beneath the surface, Priya is drowning in the chaotic tides of Borderline Personality Disorder and crushed by a secret guilt that threatens to shatter her tightest circle. Then Veer transfers in. He's a walking red flag, trailed by rumors of violence and shadowy connections that keep him out of jail. Everyone warns Priya he's dangerous, but Veer is the only person who looks at her and sees the storm raging inside and he's dangerously determined to step right into it.

A life with borderline personality disorder.

'SmallSpot: an app for smalls and bigs alike. Our friendly team will help you find a caregiver or a new friend with ease. Every member is background checked to ensure a safe and comfortable experience. Call SmallSpot today to be matched with the perfect person for you!' Alfie is desperate for a companion to help with his regression after his caregiver passed away. What will happen when an ad pops up for a new app called 'SmallSpot' a place for regressors and carers to meet? Will Alfie find a friend, or maybe...something more? Contains: Age Regression, a completely sfw coping mechanism.

Just an observation with my dating life and my mental illness making it hard to call someone everyday