Empty Stories

You're the only thing I want to consume because is the only way to feel you. I'll be your soul for you, so I can reach you no matter what. Otherwise, feel me. - Little disclaimer! This story is completely new and the prologue is the only part I could for now write. I tried to make it as possible as articulated with words and significant sentences. This is only the preview of this intense intimate relationship. So I wish I could get better with words and make it special so you can understand what I really want to transmit towards this story with my own feelings and way to think. Thank you if you'll support me! Have a good lecture!! - (Btw I won't post every day. For each chapter it will take time, have patience!)

"comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable" K. is just another nameless individual living his life in this huge universe. he isn't "normal", but is he that different? maybe his point of view isn't so weird and distinct from those of humans around him? maybe there are others, who see the world the same way as he does and share struggles with him? or maybe no one will ever understand him? maybe he really is as alien as he thinks he is?... warning! might contain sensitive topics like sh. probably mental health problems also. and kind of unsettling at times english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes, feel free to (kindly!) correct me :> all images from pinterest

and who i am is a big-time believer .

"this isn't a story about being okay. this is a story about the long way to get there."

TW: stalker, depression, underage relationships ✰ Natalie is a 16 year old girl suffering from depression. During her dull life, she meets Niles, a grown man, who grows an infatuation for her.

[Paused] ✨ Idea for the future. She uses her tears to clean your wound. You wipe her sadness away with your blood. He risks his life for what he loves so dearly. You lock away your happiness for his smile. --- A Les Misérables fanfiction on hold.

Suffering a childhood trauma, young Korvana loses her ability to feel emotion which forces her to leave home and embark on her own to become a private investigator. However, when Kieran Ryder comes along, sent by the family she had left behind, they develop a respect from one another, but things do not stay peaceful forever. She must eventually confront her past whether she likes it or not.

I was empty I did not care about anything, I did not need Anything,I did not want to do anything I would of killed myself If I wasn't to lazy so what is my purpose of everyone in the world was special other then me I was nothing. (Naruto Fanfiction)

Check ins from an average girl

My calorie logs and weight logs in 2021.

"I want to talk to someone... I want to open up... but I can't do that face to face." Could you take some time to listen to what I have to say? It would mean a lot.

A Poem about my past experiences with Homelessness, being deep in the grip of addiction and being constantly strung out on meth & heroin, and the support system of friends and family who swore they'd be there if I needed them, and proceeded to abandon me altogether as if on cue the first moment where I actually desperately needed them.

we all have our ups and downs. this is meant for those times in the "down" moments. • • • • • im·per·fect imˈpərfəkt/ adjective not perfect; faulty or incomplete. • • • • • if you know me I honestly prefer you not read this like I will hate myself so much more than I already do if you do this

This is a poem that I made one night because my feelings really needed somewhere to go. Very recently I've lost someone who meant a lot to me and it's been very difficult to cope with as I find a lot of people don't understand what I'm going through. However I hope you enjoy my poem and maybe even relate to it. For me personally, it feels good to be able to relate to something someone else as went through :) Also please let me know what you thought of the poem and how I might improve on my writing!

It makes me smiles because you said it best, I would clearly feel blessed if the sun rose up from the west. Annabelle Carson was hardly hanging on to a thread waiting every moment until one would be her last. Nothing good ever happened; it only got worse and not better. Living in a world where she feels completely alone and without hope, will something or someone save her or will it be too late?

Sad things.

Just blank

Just my feelings

This is just a little collection of poems I've written.