Burntout Stories

I'm writing this because it's how my ex and I were, everything I've done was for them. And I wanna go back to this one day and realize I should've loved myself more. But mostly this is for self improvement and peace of mind for myself.

When you hear the phrase "You're not the only one", do you feel encourage because you think there are a lot more people who experienced worse than yours? or do you feel encourage because you think it's normal? Mari Dara is a high-achiever, not because she wants to be a successful woman, but to reach the expectation of people from her. Aside from that, she gained knowledge in life using all the bad experiences she had. Her brain keeps telling her to be more courageous but she always contemplate about the past, about the days when she was insulted, bullied, and it makes her feel less worthy.

A peaceful life. Something one cant have but others can get. Something that another gambles their happiness to get. But if your drowning in a sea of emptiness,does it even count? Is it even really peaceful, if you dont feel peaceful at all?... AN: Pretty much a vent story or something. Also,I aint updating this as much since this is only a side story where I can organize my ideas and think of a new chapter for Withered Rose. Hope you enjoy! Warning!: Angst Toxic Alcohol

A story of a burnt-out college kid who has had enough

-A literal journal of a burnt out kid (who is most definitely not me) "why would someone publish their literal personal diary?" - Me, I just wanted to see who can also relate to my story out there... At any case, I've had my own way of referring to the word 'burnt out', as it is a way for me to express how tired I am of our school system, society, people, and most importantly, expectations. I was once praised too much as a child because excel so much faster than my other peers...

-black diamonds were believed to be the harbingers of death as they were thought to resemble the eye of a snake or spider- ''ɢʜᴏsᴛ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ᴀ ᴘᴀɪɴ.. '' : ̗̀➛ Where a young person has to find ghosts to earn money but also wagering their life? ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Hello dear user! It is i, Akihito! Yes i know ths book doesnt really make sense but its original and i love being original 😎 (I AM AN oRiGiNaL) ╰┈➤ In this book, the reader (which is you) have to hunt ghost to earn money but what if you actually start to luke ghost hunting?! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Well read this book and find it for yourself! ↳ ❝ Au might be original or not but still credit Akihito 💜 ❞

This is a Welcome Home hurt no comfort fic. It's my first so please be nice.

Zhongli was.... tired. The type of tiredness that settled deep into one's soul and made the body exhausted. He wanted nothing more than to ignore the world for a while; especially when he returned to an empty home. Diluc and Baizhu were going to be gone, can Childe find him before Zhongli delves too deep into the depths of his own mind?

For anyone still holding on when hope feels like a weight too heavy to carry. These are raw, unfiltered letters from the space between faith and fear, longing and letting go. It's about surviving heartbreak, frustration, and burnout-not with perfect answers, but with messy, honest truth. If you're tired of fake optimism and want something real-something that speaks to the ache of a worn-out heart still daring to believe-this is for you. Warning: This isn't light reading. It's emotional grit and soul-deep healing.

And he left her scarred when he walked away. Alia Gupta has always felt like an outcast, a misfit who doesn't belong.That is until she meets Sahil Dubey, nineteen year old law student who brings with him the hope that she so desperately needs. As she gets to know him ,she begins to fall for him but she knows what's at stake:Her heart, which has been broken more times than she can count. However ignoring her growing feelings for him becomes more difficult as the days go by, especially when she finds out that there's a chance that he returns her feelings. In trying to the navigate the twisting and turning lanes of college life, she'll need to remember one thing:That losing herself in trying not to lose someone else is not only foolishness but also dangerous. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cover: By Me.

Brooke: I'm tired. Just tired of pretending that everything is fine. Making myself believe that college will be different. Because it won't be. I'm in a loop and I can't get out. I've been a failure to my family, coaches, friends.. to everyone basically. Everyone was so sure that I would go to the olympics at the age of 15. That I had a gift, a potential to go all the way. Well, at the age of 19 I can definitely say that I no longer have that gift. I'm not even close to the times I came when I was 15, yet everyone seems to remember that version of me. Now, all they see when they look at me is wasted potential, a failure, an embarrassment. But, sadly I'm still here, in a division 1 college, acting like I'm fine, like I'm not burnt out. Because I have to be, because there simply isn't any other choice for me. And then, I receive a text. Unknown: You look really pretty today Nathan: I know her. Not literally. I guess I know of her is more accurate. But I can see the real her, how she acts like she is okay even though she is barely existing. She always hides in her clothes and only talks if someone talks to her first. I can only guess what she's been through for the last 4 years, from being the gifted swimmer to a ''wasted potential''. That's how the newspapers published her as. But I was there when she was the best, and then when she was seen as a failure. I always watched her but never came close to her. I just always could relate to her, I could feel what she felt. But that was it, me watching her from far away. And then, 2 years later I see her again. In one of my classes. Well, this time, I'm not only going to watch.

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[disclaimer] this is only a reflection of how i feel and what i am struggling with. TRIGGER WARNINGS sh ed: an*rexia, b*limia, binge eating depression s*icidal thoughts/actions? they say being an idol is the easiest thing. they never notice the magazines full of underweight men and women, they never notice the eyebags under our eyes nor see us collapsing backstage. little did felix know, this was only the start of everything going downhill.

ranboo is the top student, new kid tommy comes in and absolutely ratios him and then ranboo gets really stressed over losing so he tryhards studying and miserably fails while falling into a spiral of deteriorating mental and physical health -------------------------------------------- "Class, settle down," A voice echoed throughout the classroom, leaving the students scrambling back to their seats, "We have a new student." A tall, blond kid stood at the door, clutching one of his bag straps, visibly awkward as everyone's attention was diverted to him. "That's Tommy, he's 17, a year younger than each and every single one of you, but he's very good at math, so I expect you to be nice to him." Very good at math? Almost like that kid could remotely compare to Ranboo - they snickered, judging the lanky kid from head to toe. They stopped the spinning pen, positioning it perfectly in his hands, smirking, as he started to vigorously scribble on their notebook. Someone's bound to humble him.

🄵🄸🅃🅉🅁🄾🅈 (🄵🄸🅃🅉) 🄰🅅🄴🅁🅈 🅅🄰🄲🄺🄴🅁. Straight-A student, Student Council President and Head Prefect of Foxfire Academy. Heir to Vacker Industries and dating the amazing Sophie Foster. His life is perfect, nothing could go wrong...Right? Fitz-centric story with like Fedex in here. Shout out to my fellow gifted-kids. Started: Thursday, January 19 2023 Finished: