Истории Downinthedumps

honestly, I made this book to maybe help people who just are in the dumps and need someone to talk to. it was also made to trash my emotional dumps on here and to actually help people unlike some other authors I've seen to just gain popularity. hope this actually helps someone p.s if youd like to talk to anyone at all, or to just quickly vent to, my pm's are ways open but I might not respond just on time so sorry about that:) Just a little reminder, the mature rating is off because there's only one chapter with it and there's a warning on top, other than that the book is alright I believe

Adrien is depressed. He can't take the stress of all of his extracurricular activities, not to mention his role of Chat Noir, and school. He feels so depressed, sad, lonely. After Marionette faded into ashes on their wedding, he becomes very mad, angry, annoyed, and decides to get revenge on Ladybub.

Sad writings done by meeeeee

a collection of my woes echoing inside the four corners of my bedroom

Seasons roll on by without me, Should I stand by? Nothing left to fight against, lost in my own mind. Black and white sky, exuding splendor. No color, nothing peculiar, only fact. No meadows, just pavement. Children are gone, the playground a void. Once a lifetime to explore, now a hardship to deplore. I'm left behind in the monochrome, barely alive and turning to stone. Black and white sky, exuding splendor. No color, nothing peculiar, only fact. No meadows, just pavement.

Helpless, trapped, will I ever escape? It just hurts! Love hurts. W-why are you doing these horrible things to me? I have no more words I can express to you how much I hate you. Can you leave me alone and let me be? I've never felt love, care, or- . . . . . DISCLAIMER:❗ This story contains some inappropriate content for a certain audience that may make them feel uncomfortable: swearing, sex, and violence. Please refer to age before reading this book. audience is not encouraged to follow the character's actions. Part: Extra-coming soon in May 2020 Part 2-coming soon (t.n.c. applies)

They held her mouth shut. They whispered in her ear and bled into her heart. But she never knew where to start. These feelings that she just wants to be done, They sit in the back of her mind like a loaded gun. So she squeezes the trigger a little each day, Knowing her problems would be so easy to make go away. A blade, a gun. A battle never required to be done. But the price? It was always her life.