Personal Stories

Every time I get frustrated, angry, upset, I come back to the same idea. I'm not suicidal. I don't want to die. I just wish I had never been born. I just wish life on earth never existed to begin with. Maybe it's cowardly. Maybe it's fairly so. Either way, it's my truth. So, let's talk. This is a collection of my outbursts or moments of grief that I have put into a string of words. Apparently, it helps. It is my take on my own bits and struggles with mental health that I am willing to share. I will give a fair warning: I like to talk in metaphors and give ambiguous terms meaning. I hope you will at least give it a chance and hopefully you can connect with it. Maybe create some of your own blurbs in the comments. This is how I de-stress. What's yours?

The enormity of my desires disgust me. Stranger Things / Will Byers cover by Lottie // heartfates

Xeno ရဲ့ နေ့စဉ်ရေး ဒိုင်ယာရီစာအုပ်လေးပါ။☘️

I sit on the front row. Psychology says I have to ask questions. [MISC BOOK]

𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀

The Koopas wake up in another life and remember every detail of their past life. Will they cope with the sudden change or yearn for a past that no longer exists? Art is not mine. I found them on tiktok ;) Also this is a fanfic about me and my friend group 😭

El perfume derramado nombra un amor que no se reserva nada y un arrepentimiento que no se esconde. Como la pecadora del Evangelio, mi historia no se presenta desde la dignidad aparente, sino desde la entrega total: lo más valioso roto, expuesto, desperdiciado a los ojos del mundo, pero precioso ante Dios. Éste libro es éso: una vida abierta, una confesión sin cálculos, un corazón que, aún manchado, se atrevió a derramarse a los pies de Cristo confiando no en su pureza, sino en Su misericordia.

a collection of thoughts i probably would not say out loud. things i notice about people. things i miss. things i pretend not to care about. opinions no one asked for. questionable decisions. memories that come back at inconvenient times. tiny existential crises. movies that changed my brain chemistry. songs i have accidentally built entire personalities around. i write about growing up, love, loneliness, identity, creativity, friendships, strangers, being perceived, being misunderstood, wanting everything and sometimes wanting nothing at all. mostly, i am interested in people and why they do the things they do. the conversations we replay in our heads. the people we wonder about long after they have left. the strange little moments that somehow end up meaning everything. somewhere between a diary and a conversation with someone i have never met. written anonymously because some thoughts are easier to tell strangers. consider this the table in the back of a cafe that probably does not exist, where the conversation gets a little too personal.

I want to take you on a journey-a journey that begins with a heart attack and ends in a universe of stories. Here, you will get to know my path, how this universe emerged from processing my own life. With everything that goes with it: the plots of the individual stories, what lies behind them, the personal aspects, and my intentions. From euphoria to depression. I will be glad if you want to accompany me on this journey. Veronika Mars

Before I knew how to say what I felt, I wrote it down. These are pieces of a younger me-thoughts, fears, questions, and emotions I couldn't always put into words. Written quietly, sometimes painfully, and always honestly, these poems are little pieces of a past I once kept to myself. Some things are easier to write than to say. - E.V.I

It's a story about me.

The adventures of a group of friends who run a pirate-themed pirate radio station. [my comfort story / a selfish fantasy]

Stay Content: Memoir of Bamboo Flower is a coming-of-age memoir about growing up with loss, quiet admiration, and hope. Through childhood memories, friendships, and an unforgettable first crush, the discovers of the people who shape our lives are not always the ones who stay, but the ones who quietly inspire us to become who we are. A gentle story about resilience, gratitude, and the people who unknowingly leave footprints on our lives.

These are poems about me, but they can be about you as well. They probably are.

"Remember, poetry is written to share ideas, express feelings, and create imagery through figurative words that have a meaning within the poem." - midnight_bloomers / Mary Poems are words full of meaning. ------------------ •⤙• I have multiple muses for my art and literature. I like to draw, I like music, that's art. I like essays, I like poetry, that's literature. My muses can be different for art and literature that vary genres and topics. It could be the ocean, the midnight blue waves crashing into each other. It could also be the limitless sky, that can either shine bright or glow dark. It could be nature too, whatever lurks within those grasses. But it can also be a person. (October 29, 2024.)

So... this is basically where I'll dump random ass things in my head or life onto. Art from the title page is not mine except for Percy there. I do not own any characters on the title page.

Through the Storm: A Memoir of Loss, Sacrifice, and Unshaken Faith It's a personal memoir written by the author for his four children, tracing his family's life from his birth in 1981 through the present day. The book opens with his parents - a teacher and a nurse who built a stable home - before a war tears that stability apart. After his father's death, his mother is left to raise three children essentially alone, stretching a small wage to cover rent, school fees, and meals, and the author credits her quiet, repeated discipline (not one dramatic act of heroism) with holding the family together. From there the memoir follows the author's own path: chasing an education, his first steps into work, an eighteen-year job or chapter that eventually closes, rebuilding his footing, starting a family of his own, and weathering broader hardships in the wider world. It closes with where he stands today and a reflective chapter on faith, money, and what actually sustained him through it all, ending in an epilogue written directly as a letter to his children. The tone throughout is unsentimental and reflective rather than dramatic - the author is explicit that he sees this as an ordinary family's story, not a remarkable one, and that he's writing it mainly so his children have the full shape of where they came from rather than fragments.

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writing a personal blog about my life and adventures of unexpected events that have happened in my lifetime

Hundreds of real moments, no particular order, no polish, just the truth as I lived it. A memoir told in fragments.