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Tw: this book might include gore and other topics that others might be sensitive toooooo- !!! Saw some people do this and thought, "hey, that looks fun!! I wanna share my art!" And uh- I made this! If you find this- hi!!! ^^ Sorry if my posts are inconsistent. School. Mental stuff. Art block. 🫀

Boy and girl meet. Boy and girl talk. Boy and girl fall in love... right?

Just a random poem I wrote on a Wednesday Evening

NOT A REAL DIARY !! This is based of a song stuck in my head (as wrote down below) Just a regular guy trying to get to graduation, but one news article makes his life turn upside down. IM COMING WAIT FOR ME I HEAR THE HEAR THE WALLS REPEATING THE FALLING OF MY FEET AND IT SOUNDS LIKE DRUMMING AMD I AM NOT ALONE I FEEL THE ROCKS AMD STONES ECHOING MY SONG IM COMING

"what's cool?" "immortality, I mean- is it as cool as everyone makes it out to be?" Most likely updating every week on the same day around the same time

New OC Lydia experiences the horrors of my mental state while burnt out in high school in new story!!! (she gets a lot of lies and just realizes that shes miserable)

Rory O'Connell needs a long break from reality. In the year 1998 she decides to run off to escape her problems. As Rory gets on a bus to leave her small town in Indiana, she meets Sam, a guy from her school she's seen in the halls only once or twice. They instantly click, and agree to run away together.

"How long has this been going on?" "Well, I think I started in September so that would be..." I counted on my fingers, mouthing each month double checking before I answered. "Roughly four months." I watched as tears filled her eyes. It was unprofessional, after all, she was my therapist but I didn't say anything. I was too busy trying not to cry myself. "What made you do it?" She said, wiping her eyes. The answer seemed clear to me, but I knew it wouldn't be enough. It wasn't enough for anyone but what else could I say? "Everything." "Ok let me rephrase," She said, "describe the day you started." "Umm let's see..." I said, trying to search through my thoughts. I could barely remember anything anymore but I could make out bits and pieces. That had to be enough. What else did I have to offer otherwise? "Ok..." I could see a vague outline in front of me. I wish I had the energy the day it happened to write everything in my diary. "The first time I cut myself..." ---- This is a collection of my life stories that have shaped me as a person. All names are changed to protect my and others' identities. Please excuse any bad grammar or formatting I'm not confident in my writing skills this is mainly to help me cope with my trauma. If you'd like me to continue please tell me! This is a test to see if I should post the rest of the chapters.

badly written poem type things idk and as the one who wrote these, I assure you they are absolute bullshit so yeah 👍 Not even worthy enough to be called poems actually 💔🥀 I'm not poetic at all gang This is my dear diary atp

there aren't enough stories about them so I'm making one😝😼