Historias de Feelingbad

Original title: Genom Mina Andetag This is a (very) short story of a girl who is having a kind of hard time at the moment. As a reader you follow her thought progress, and the main idea behind the story is that as a reader you may be able to acknowledge and reckon her feelings and the emotions she's experiencing. The girl in this story are (perhaps) having a sort of panickattack/anxietyattack, which in reality can completely differ from person to person and time to time. It varies. If anyone wants to picture the girl as a boy that's also fine. Words: 353 (Literally 700 if you include the T/N and A/N too, but you don't have to read them.) Recommended and rated 13+ due to the sort of destructive thoughts. The novel and the cover belongs to me. No snitching allowed. A/N: First of, it's not necessary to read this in order to fully comprehend the story. In reality you can picture the girl as a boy in the story regardless of the name that is being connected to the girl since it's a classic girlname- you hopefully get this you read the story. If you really want to picture the girl as a boy then just come up with another name if it bothers you and replace the old one. The story is made to depict an individuals emotions and feelings, so naturally the gender shouldn't matter in this case. I've noticed (from what I've seen) that there are barely any stories on here that have a boy as the protagonist, but I don't want to change anything in this story since I wrote it a few years ago and just want to keep it as it is. Hopefully this does not mean the whole world going under now, but I just wanted to point this fact out and it should work perfectly fine if you indeed wish to switch the girl to a boy here without much trouble simply by switching names.

There's one rule about love: don't mess around with those who have partners. But when Madison met Michael Jackson her life changed... Was it for the better? Or worse?

I always knew. From the beginning of time. I would cross the line and I wouldn't come back.

Poem!!!!

(bad language content ) whats the point of always giving a fuck no one ever cares about what you feel so just don't give a fuck , fake a smile and move on... This is about a girl that didn't belong in her life style or her world...

a text talking about my complicated relationship with my father and you, how is your relationship with yours?

How often do you feel depressed? A couple times in the month? A few times in the week? Or every day? Do you ever feel like the world would just be better without you? Well we're here to help you. You just gotta keep walking. There are people who love you, and the days will get better. Just keep walking.

quando mi sentirò triste o delusa ect. scriverò qua (molto probabilmente in inglese) (la foto di copertina è presa da internet, non conosco l'artista, se qualcuno sa il nome me lo potrebbe dire grazie☺️) -Aranel

The depths of my mind

Words whispered, shouted, or softly sighed. Here, I share poems that speak of everything and nothing, but mostly of us. Stolen moments from everyday life, emotions too heavy to keep silent. Whether it's the pain of a hard morning, the beauty of a forgotten smile, or the weight of a world too heavy, every verse tells a story, a thought, a truth. Between shadow and light, welcome to my world where words dance, cry, and take flight. ✨ Because sometimes, a single line is enough to touch a soul.

Just a compilation of texts, wrote by me, about love. These texts are personal, I write them when I'm having too much feelings to handle it. English isn't my first language, and as I write them when I'm not feeling the best I'm sorry for the mistakes. Juste une compilation de textes, écrits par moi, à propos de l'amour. Ces textes sont personnels, je les écris quand j'ai plus de sentiments que je ne peux le supporter. L'anglais n'est pas ma langue natale, et comme je les écrits quand je ne suis pas au meilleur de ma forme je m'excuse pour les erreurs.