Helpyourself Stories

super unprofessional, spur of the moment thing that idk. IM MOSTLY RANTING ABOUT BOOKS.

From PROBLEM to POEM in 7 steps the Why, Where, When, What, Who, How & Wow of writing poetry Ai Ni and Ronaldo made this book to help poor people in Haiti, to build a school and teach them the art of a happy life. A warning upfront from the editor: DON'T READ THIS BOOK From problem to poem in seven small steps? You don't want to know him, Ronaldo*, the plebs. Do you hope to learn something? You'll end up frustrated. This bundle is pointless: Art can't be dictated. Ronaldo's religion, In God's eyes: a sin. Just plain entertain meant And end with a grin. [*Editor's Note: In this illiterary no-work-at-all, I only insult Ronaldo7 Siète, the typist of this collection of erors and misstakes, an arrogant know-it-all who hopes to become as rich and famous as CR7, that handsome Ronaldo who makes goals and creates art on football fields.]

Ever tried to fit in and didn't work? Ever felt so low till the point of giving up on life? Ever felt wild yet shacked ? Yeah...This isn't gonna be fancy nor is it another book on how crappy life can be... But this is might just change you.

It's a idea book for uncreative people take if you want but give @ me okay thanks

What makes your heart grow lighter? Is it the sound of a child laughing? Is it the sense of achievement of your educational or professional goals? Is it the warm, tingling sensation you get after you have made love? Is it when you take a walk amongst the greens of the world? Whatever may stimulate it, carrying a light heart is one of the most elated experiences a human will ever have. For a minute there, you don't feel like you owe the universe your existence. You don't have to prove and justify your being, you don't have to say and do the right thing. And you want this minute to stretch into hours, perhaps expand into your lifetime. At this very moment, when you have let your guards down and are trying to draw in all the tranquility you possibly could, depression hits you with all its force. It engulfs you back in its arms, mocking you for trying to escape. Like a manipulative lover, it knows all your secrets, but is wicked enough to use them against you. It uses tricks like anxiety and angst to diminish your self-worth. Fighting back with all your strength may not be an option. Ignoring it till it goes away will also not work. Savera is a woman of 28, who is precisely a second away from the depression clutching her back in its arms. This is her story. It may not be a happy story, turn away right now if you want your tranquility to embrace you a bit longer. Rest assured, depression will find a way to you one way or the other. Reading this may or may not help you, but it will tell you that you are not alone.

Hey! I don't really have a description to this book, because it definitely isn't one! I'm just here to find an escape! I don't really like to bother people with what I feel because they already have a lot on their plate! So if you feel the same way about it, just know that you are not alone! I'm here for you guys. And I'm writing down how I feel and what I go through because I hope that this will make me feel lighter and also make you feel better!

TW: Suicide Attempts ED Self Harm Kinda poetry or not really honestly I don't care what you call it. Don't use this anywhere in anyway without consent.

Why it is so important and what we can do to save it

Hope is a kind of emotion and a kind of motivation, where nothing works, hope works.

This book is about a girl who been abused and fell in love with someone who she thinks can never love her back because of who she is. My name is Christina Pierce. I'm 17 years old my parents died when I was 10. And I've been put the the foster system and I've been through over 12 foster homes but my last stop was the hardest of all. (Warning this book contains abuse profanity depression and last but not least sexual content if this isn't your scene then please stop reading) BUT IF THIS IS CONTINUE READING ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!

They call us Misfits They call us failures They call us rebels, outcasts, The unteachables Meet this class full of unteachables. They weren't always unteachables, but now their fire for learning had long since been forcefully extinguished. The last sensible thing they did since then, till now was to give up. It didn't make anything any less insufferable. They rebelled against everything, everyone. Their shenanigans led all of the teachers to run or resign. But, a new teacher was sent. She was different than the rest.She knew everything about them and they knew nothing about her. But she will go like the rest of them. The unteachables will see to it. 1 class , 12 students how bad can that be?

PINK X BATTERIES PROLOUGE Having love for batteries is a strange thing. Loving dead people and animals are pretty freakin weird but loving batteries were pinks little pleasure. "PINK X BATTERIES" "MY LIFE IS LIKE PINKS BATTERIES" her online friends joked constantly about her batteries, what they didn't think was that all the times she got flustered by the topic she actually took a liking to her batteries. "They wouldn't support us!" she cried out to her non actually living lover. "I love you! But this isn't healthy" sighing she sat down on the edge of her bed. "Hiding ourselves like this isn't healthy..." SKORA PROLOUGE - Flustered Skye looked down as her friends teased her about how awesome her and Sora would be together. "If anything he's a annoying brother!" Stomping off she sat down at a nearby bench. "It's to embarrassing!" She squealed at the thought covering her hands with her tomoato red face. GWAGE PROLOGUE - "Holy chicken shits you two are tooooooo Adorable not to ship together!" Squealed Gwyns spasmstic friend Naomi. The pair looked down flushed with a bright red. "It nothing like that!" Squeaked out the ever so shy Mage, "It's... Its just that I..." He face scrunched up as she looked for the right words. Gwyn looked down in anticipation to hear her say those sacred words. Those sacred words he would never allow himself to believe but in that moment he didn't care for the past or the future only the present. The present was Him and Mage.

These are poems i wrote about my struggles and other peoples struggles with mental disorders, personality disorders, and mood disorders. also just about general crappiness so i hope you enjoy :)

You might be going through a bad time, you might not. Everyone goes through something, even those who don't seem like it. If you are going through something maybe these can help, all you have to do is listen. If you want help, don't be afraid to take it.

Hey, lazy doing that biomass assignments? Here's a summary of it. Help yourself

My gibberish thoughts, that I happen to have an extremely excessive amount at midnight, written black on white, like stars in the dark sky. Why I'm writing this? Simple answer. - If I want to not forget who I am, I need to remember who I was. -eMa

A short story about a girl named, Em going through a relationship that is tearing her down. And realizing soon what she needs to do.

It's over if you let it be.

I wrote some of this for my English class and ended up loving it and wanted to share it and some of it is just things I've gone through and feeling I wanted to write about. If it could help anyone or give anyone encouragement I would be more than happy.

In my lifetime, I have felt misunderstood. As we all do. But that doesn't mean that we need to accept it, make that change. Do it for You, for yourself. Make that change. And I hope to help you through your journey with this Book, because oh I would have loved some guidance during my journey. Dont give up, this is only your beginning. You have the time.