- Dry My Tears Complete
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- Always Alone (On Hold/Writers Block/Slow Uploads) Ongoing
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She's so alone. Always alone. She can't find anyone that's would take her, after what's happened to her. Her parents abandoned her, her so called "boyfriend" abandoned her. She's all alone now. He's done some things he's not so proud of, and he's hoping a new start will erase all the bad, but when he moved he didn't expect to find someone so alone, so scared, so weak. He just had to help her, he had to make sure she was ok, he had to take care of her, no matter what. And he didn't even know anything about her yet!! He just had to keep her safe, but she wouldn't let him. She pushed him away so he couldn't help her. She doesn't want him to help. She hates him, yet she doesn't even know him. She doesn't want to let anyone inside her heart, it's to broken. Is this story just doomed for sadness? Or can they maybe find some happiness somewhere? Read and find out. Up for the Watty Awards, so vote and comment please. Thank you. - Waiting RoomWattpad Original Complete
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Everyone at school knows Andrew Jennings. Missing an arm. Openly gay. But when he meets star athlete Ryan Sullivan in therapy, can friendship lead to more? ***** When Andrew 'Jacky' Jennings ends up in therapy after an English assignment gone wrong, he doesn't expect to find his high school's star athlete, Ryan Sullivan, sitting in the same waiting room. After all, he and Ryan couldn't be more different: football captain, future valedictorian, and all-around nice guy, Ryan is the school's golden boy, while Andrew is known for his permanent snarl, being openly gay, and losing his left arm (along with his father and sister) in a car accident. But when Andrew learns they actually have a lot in common, he's surprised to see past the enigma that is Ryan Sullivan and his seemingly perfect life. And as the two boys begin to connect over their shared grief, depression, and teenage angst, they might just discover a little pocket of happiness for themselves -- if they're willing to fight for it. [Word count: 100,000-150,000 words] Cover designed by Lily Taylor Please read the 'Introduction' for a full list of content/trigger warnings - When My Brother Went Crazy Ongoing
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"You aren’t my brother, not any more, not since you went crazy" Rose's thoughts and feelings are brought to life in this series of poetry as her twin brother suffers from mental illness. Through all the crazy, Rose searches for a light in the darkness of her brother's world. - Pompeii Ongoing
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****SEQUEL TO: "My Life is a Silent Hurricane"**** Oh and the walls kept tumbling down in the cities that we loo-oove. But when you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you've been here before? I'm 15-year-old Storm. I've been through a living hell and come out alive, with the battle scars to prove it. My superhero, Wesley, has saved me. I've fought and beaten anorexia, cutting, and more than one near-death experience. I'm getting better. I'm seeing the hope and light at the end of the tunnel. Everything seems okay, for once. Until.... It isn't. Can I beat this challenge?Can I conquer the screaming demons inside me once and for all? Or will the ash and dust and tears and pain overcome it all over again? Will i be known as the survivor or the city lost in ashes? I'm fighting with all might but, maybe, even when you give your all, you still need your superhero to save you. Great clouds roll over the hills, bringing darkness from abo-oove. How am I gonna be an optimist about this? - Me Ranting Ongoing
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So, I'm recovering from and eating disorder, and suicidal thoughts and thoughts of cutting. My friends know about it, but I don't want to bother them with it, and typing stuff out helps because it's slower than writing and I guess it just feels good to rant and not have anyone who knows me discover it. I used to write notes for people, except I'm trying to look up and not down. Those notes were for if I ever died, and I want the rants to be a way of getting everything out but in a less destructive manner. Like if I'm on Wattpad where no one reads my stuff and no one sees, I can complain and feel as awful as I do, but I don't have to have all the are you okay talks, because if I was honest with the people who know me I'd have those nearly everyday. They do help sometimes, but I don't want me feeling like I do to be the base of all of my relationships. I want to try and be helpful too, and have the sort of thing where you talk about useless stuff instead of me crying over text. It's not fair to do that to someone I know, and care about and make them help me all the time, they have their own lives. Their own stuff. They should enjoy it without me dulling the good stuff that happens to them. They deserve that, so here goes nothing. This book will be a place for me to complain and maybe even celebrate little stuff if I feel like it. If your triggered by suicidal thoughts, self harm, bulimia, or anorexia, please don't read. We've all got limits and I don't want people to hurt themselves or get worse with their struggles because of me. Please take care. No one will read this, and it's not for attention but should the random person come across it, warnings are good. I'm publishing because Wattpad deletes the stuff I don't on accident and that wouldn't exactly help. Bye
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