Disappointed Stories

This is book 2 to "What I See In You" please read that if you haven't already. ________________________________________________ Desiree has made it to her last year of high school and all she hope for is a drama free year. That's up until she starts facing challenges and obstacles. Could these challenges break her from Darius?

Belajar kehidupan tidak bisa melalui teori atau membaca novel fiksi. Kau harus merasakan sendiri. Rasanya kehilangan, tidak dicintai, mengikhlaskan, manis dan getirnya hidup. Ada banyak hal yang akan kau pahami sendiri setelah kau terjun sendiri. Hidup ini tidak semuanya tentang dirimu.

Welcome to the big book of 'Graklinn decided he wanted to become an artist and in doing so lost all self respect.' (No, he's still not an artist. And no, he can't draw.) (It's back Bitches)

Oh no Jason and Jessica have well and joy See heat happens in part 2

"I discover poetry when I was in elementary school and I was so fascinated by it. Because I realised if you get the right amount of syllables and the right amount of words, in the right rhyme scheme and you put it all together. You make words just bounce of a page." ― Taylor Swift

Apparently it's OK to feel a bit 'down' or depressed for about three weeks until things get diagnostically serious. Nevertheless we can all lose our mojo, our Va Va Voom, our spark. It's OK to feel a bit flat if you're wrestling a tough decision, don't know what you want or would like out of your future. Maybe you don't know where you belong or don't have anything you really excel at that defines you. It's ok but remember, there's no pint to a circle and there's no point repeating the same mistakes and thought patterns. This is for all those who have ever felt lost.

Those eyes. The ones you used to love the ones that lit up your soul. Are now dull and kill you. They are torture, when you look into them they aren't as clear as before. The are foggy and distant. All you can see is your self. The disappointment you are now. How they are bright and happy the love was ripped out and slowly you start to not recognize them how now they are just eyes in the crowd. They don't stand out they no longer get you comfort just sadness.

Different thoughts inside my mind

"To feel so light, was it real? To feel okay, was that a dream?" I said with wonder, wine in hand "I wished to rest in this land" ⊱⋅ ──────────── ⋅⊰ Some imperfect poetry, only being written for fun. We hope you'll enjoy.

this story of me saying sorry for my stupid mistakes

Remiah Shantello. Aged 15. No mum no siblings. She lives on the other side of an island with her father (which she doesn’t even see or talk to) while the whole other society lives on the other side of the island. After being so lonely and cooped up in her giant house with not one trustworthy person to talk to she finally decides to run all the way to the other side of the island and towards a real society or, well, trouble. Away from the chaos at home; away from her father Nick – away from everything... or so she thinks. No matter where she goes she cannot be left alone. The men in black are after her and the only people who she can now trust are Jack and Billy – two boys who obviously hate each other’s guts, but neither can stay away from Remiah.

Just a story of an immature child. Aka me Okay I didn't expect this but I'm only happy because: #2 in disappointed ➪ 30/08/2023 #1 in disappointed ➪4/09/2023

A simple warm story. Unconfessed and unsaid things by both. But mostly, here it lies the things you wish you could've told. You'll get back on your feet someday, even if it's not today. You'll move on. Description - None of the pictures belong to me. Credits to it's respectful owner. Idea is purely mine. If found similar it's purely coincidental. If found/used on some other platforms, kindly DM me. Plagiarism is a crime.

A story on how I met my first boyfriend and my first hurtful break-up. How something could start so wonderful but shatter so fast.

In here you'll find me in different moods that can be described as soul searching. Here I am, Robert Mihai Stan, writer wanna be, don't take me too seriously, I might not be that serious. Enjoy!

A lovely romantic tale of two people (And then two more, and then four more..)