Personalexperiences Stories

Masarap magmahal pero masakit. Ngunit ang pagmamahal ay walang hinihinging kapalit. Hanggang kailan ka magiging masaya? Hanggang kailan ka iiyak? Ang umalis nung lumipas ay maaari bang bumalik? Ang mga naganap nung una ay maaari bang maulit?

In my seventeen years of life, I've learned one thing: I've been surviving for everyone else, but not for myself. I spent years pleasing others, ignoring myself, and finding comfort in sadness. Life is full of choices. Some make others happy. Some make you disappear. Choosing myself didn't happen overnight. It started with honesty, not bravery. And every day, little by little, I'm learning what it means to live for me. This is the story of how I chose me - and how I began to survive for myself.

I'm not even sure what this will be, likely a mix of poetry and shorts entries, along with being a little real I guess. Maybe to be considered raw poetry, I will be including unedited pieces, that maybe show my, mental, process, honestly probably things I post with a bit of alcohol involved, unfortunately, very unfortunately

Being Indian American feels like living in a pressure cooker wrapped in a smile. You're told to be perfect, productive, palatable - never loud, never intimidating. But travel to India, and you'll meet folks who are bold, stylish, confident, and unapologetically gangsta. DEAR DIASPORA, YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER is a sharp, personal callout - not to India, but to the suffocating performance of "representation," perfectionism and intraracial competition that dominates Desi life in the West. This isn't a sob story - it's a truth bomb. A cultural essay that demands real freedom, not filtered branding. If you're ready to sip some realness, break free from the cage of expectations, and find your max pro aura - this is for you. 🍋 Bold. Tart. Sweet. Unfiltered. 🍋 Just like a glass of limeade on a hot day.

Most of these works that I'll be writing is some kind of emotional poetry that is close to me in some kind of way. It might reflect my personality or just how I think. I hope you can find some way to relate to it °^° If you read any of it, I do dearly love reading comments. On my YouTube channel as well, any comments I keep close to me, thank you for reading my work♡

hey , Reader It's a story of my friend i really wanna share her experience with everyone so I asked her to write a book on her life I added some details but the story is based on her life on her struggle vote for my story 💓

This is my journal. It's where I will be posting my Creepypasta or Slenderverse experiences, investigations, researches, ect. (Iᴍ ᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘʏᴘᴀsᴛᴀ ʀᴇsᴇᴀʀᴄʜᴇʀ) ⚠️ I'm warning you.. Do NOT make the same mistake as me.. This is not a joke at all.. Whatever I say here is 100% real. Nothing is made up. These are my actual experiences with them. ⚠️

hi dear readers I was sitting on a random chair thinking about random things so I thought why not make a random book about random things. in this book I would do things really random (if it isn't clear till now) like posting my kpop opinions and my kpop edits my recommendation for songs etc. hope you enjoy it 😜

Reckless isn't just a bad thing, sometimes it defines something that you can't explain it to others. The more reckless you were, the more wiser you'll become someday. Reckless for me, it defines on how cruel you make some choices and regret it after. It also define how cruel you are to love someone then broke away when they left. Anything that you've done cruel things, nasty things... that's RECKLESS. Written it all on: April 1 2019 Published on: September 27 2019 Finished it on: December 30 2019 Republished it on: July 4, 2022 Highest Rank(s): #1 Personalstories (11/27/19) #12 lifeexperience (04/24/20) #11 wattpadhq (04/24/20) #28 personalexperience (04/24/20)

In the midst of his teenage years, a 14-year-old high schooler found himself falling deeply in love for the very first time. However, there was a catch - his beloved was far away, and their relationship was bound by distance. Despite the odds stacked against them, the young boy refused to give up, fighting valiantly to keep the flame of their love burning bright. But fate is a fickle mistress, and three years later, tragedy struck. The boy received the heartbreaking news that his long-distance girlfriend had passed away. Consumed by grief and struggling to make sense of his loss, he turned to his diary for solace, seeking answers to the question that haunted him day and night: when did it all go wrong? As he embarked upon the daunting task of unraveling the enigma before him, our protagonist found himself confronted with an array of formidable obstacles that threatened to entangle him in their grasp and impede his progress. These challenges, which were to prove more insurmountable than he had anticipated, weighed heavily upon him, shackling his life and casting doubt upon his ability to overcome them. Thus began a journey of self-discovery, as the young boy poured his heart out onto the pages of his diary, reliving the memories of his past and grappling with the harsh realities of the present. From the highs of first love to the lows of crushing loss, his story is a poignant reminder of the power of love and the strength of the human spirit in the face of adversity.)

Heya! This is pretty much a journal that maps out my personal journey towards getting gender affirming surgeries. Topics included are doctor appointments, questions asked and answered, and much more. Note: This is just MY personal journey. Not everyone will have or experience the same thing. I am NOT a medical professional, so any information said is what I'VE been told, heard, or experience(d). Warning: some sensitive topics may be discussed/mentioned.

A new cycle begins...

A collection of poems written about... well, everything. From 2 am spirals to almost being asked out to locked doors, I have a poem for anything I feel. I mean if the words sound better than reality, why not? Sad, desperate, in-love, hopeful, depressed, lonely, anxious, almost happy, exhausted, and everything in between. ENJOY :)

This is something you might be able to call a "diary" Or Perhaps this is more. ---- The use of a diary to most, I think, are of personal thoughts put into words every day one struggles. I see it as more, though. This "diary" will have no ending, and will include more than just struggles, thoughts, exciting situations, and specific things. No. Expect to see: philosophical questions and comments, feelings put into my own vivid detail, and chapters of my life as it unfolds.

This is not a story so much as a notebook. A collection of thoughts, scenes, and unfinished ideas written in the margins while I fall back in love with writing. Everything here is a draft.

I'm not entirely sure what this story will be about but it'll be a comfort story for people like me who are victims of sexual and physical abuse. it'll involve Angel Dust in the setting of Hazbin Hotel and seeking companionship with another trauma carrying soul. Warning, will contain themes of dealing with sexual and physical abuse, swearing, depression, possibly NSFW content (will update when finished or have decided), and other mature themes. I will work on it when I can and when I have the desire to do so. Apologies to anyone, if anyone, who is looking forward to this or who just wants more. I don't want to rush it as it's a serious topic. There will be jokes but not at the expense of the topic as it's something that should never be joked about. With work and my own mental health problems it'll get in the way of my work (this story) but I hope in time I'll have a finely crafted piece that will make people feel less alone with their trauma. Even if it just helps one person, that would be a victory in my opinion. Thank you all

This is my public diary! Might call it a blog if it sounds like one.

This is my personal short story - a journey through the quiet struggles of living with social anxiety. If you've ever felt like no one understands your fear, your silence, or your tears... this is for you. You're not alone. To anyone reading this, thank you. If you feel this way too, I hope my story helps you feel a little more seen, a little more understood. We're not alone.

This is just for fun I love reading nymphet/coquette diaries and I wanted to make my own!

Real people, real pictures, fictional text