Selfloathing Stories

He blames himself for the accident. For the baby they lost. For the legs that no longer work. So he does the only thing he thinks will save her... he pushes her away. Jemima Reed is not leaving. Even if he makes it impossible to stay.

[Republished] I tried writing everything's that's on my mind here and reveal my true self to the world, because that was something that's too hard for me to do. Here, I am trying to show you my story and maybe try to help other people who are like me. Sometimes I want to unpublish this book because I feel like I show too much of myself here; so much that I feel so embarrassed and vulnerable. I've never had mustered up enough courage to talk about my feelings, opinions and problems to other people no matter how close they are to me. This is a wonder of writing I guess, you can fully take off your mask without feeling too vulnerable to show a raw, bare, unfiltered and true version of yourself. ❛❛Memories and Melodies, stories that sound absurd. I will tell no lies~ - Rear view: Zayn Warning: I've addressed issues such as self-loath, aneroxia, body dysmorphia, suicidal thoughts, self image and self esteem issues, and other such toxic issues which might be triggering for some people. Please read at your own risk. Contains foul language.

"I hate you" I said finally. "Care to explain why". He replied cocking his head to the side , amused. "Yeah, you're arrogant and nasty and you hurt people's feelings on purpose, not because its entertaining to you . But because you know that if you dont bite off as many heads as there are people trying to get to know you, one of them will somehow figure you out. And that scares you" I rattled off , suddenly very irritated at his smile. Like it mocked me . "Is that all?" he chortled . "No, actually you also have this habit of pointing out flaws in me that I've been trying for years to avoid and have been doing so , successfully might I add . Thanks to social etiquette. And you just bring them up ,completely uncaring of how rude that makes you look to other people and how embarrassed it makes me" I huff out annoyed .

Just a place to get out my thought anonymously

A coalescence of my depression which came about from deep repression; a case study of mind concession which only comes from introspection.

silly little poem somewhat about anxiety with a sprinkle of self loathing here and there. sorry if it's kind of a mess, i originally wanted it to be about the struggle of having crushing anxiety and being unable to do a lot of things because of it, but i probably got too carried away with the self hatred which probably ruined it but idk, let me know what you think.

I wish I'd carry me out of the things I never want to be with. I wish I'd carry me out of this life, to leave what I had dreamed, to neglect what I had sown.

"Ｉ＇ｍ　ａ　ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒ．　Ｉ　ｄｅｓｅｒｖｅ　ｉｔ　ａｌｌ．"　 Ｄｅｆｅｎｄｉｎｇ　ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ　ｗｏｎ＇ｔ　ａｌｗａｙｓ　ｈｅｌｐ　ｙｏｕ　ｏｎ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｂｅｈａｌｆ．　Ｉｔ　ｎｅｖｅｒ　ｈｕｒｔｓ　ｔｏ　ｔｒｙ　ｔｈｏｕｇｈ． (It's short. And I'm never continuing this)

something i wrote for class but never submitted :) no graphic mentions of mature themes but lemme know if i should change rating to mature?

A bunch of poorly-written poetry about hating me. Come join the fun (or not. You should probably just ignore this). All are welcome, few will stay, sure, that's fine and that's okay.

Poetry from Me

This I'll be writing is confessional poetry. Subjects like sh, self-loathing, and sadness will be mentioned. Each one is a short read so it shouldn't take too much time.

"follow the voice into the deep end" After my last collection, I never thought I would continue making poems, I thought it was just a one time thing because I already chose to end things that were supposed to be ended in the first place. Plus I don't even know what I would write about. But then I thought to myself, love isn't the only thing that I have experienced, today April 27 2023, I turned 16 years old. Within 16 years of living, there's no way I have no story to tell. And a thought came into my mind, that im not the only one who's experiencing stuggles, what if I share mine? Hoping that others will start see me differently, In a way where they will start seeing me more as a person. I've been very silent about my struggles. Not only that, im also very private with my life on social medias, never got the urge to share how my day went through at all. Im hoping that with this collection people will understand that, I do have my struggles too I just chose to not tell others and keep it to myself. And that I am no different from them. This collection contains 7 poems in total: 1. diurnal thoughts (lately) 2. poisoned chalice 3. memorial of Uriel 4. leech 5. libra x taurus 6. self-loathing 7. nocturnal thoughts -Released on April 27 2023-

Flight Lt. Samrat Singh Shekawat is burdened by the sins of his past. Flight Lt. Tanvi Sharma has seen him at his worst and still loves him. Samrat has a hunch about what she feels though they remain friends. She doesn't want to confess as she doesn't want to burden him. Can love be someone's saviour? To how much extent does one go for love? Love is a complicated emotion for those who strive for the nation. *** This valentine's, peep into a story filled with patriotism, Masti, dosti, pyar and Dard.💔💋♥️ Note: THIS STORY IS AN FF BUT STILL CAN BE READ AS ORIGINAL/STANDALONE STORY, REGARDLESS YOU WATCHED THE SHOW OR NOT 💫 No trigger warnings or sensitive content. Although there's talk of death and fauji farz Language: English (description) Hindi (dialogue) SHORT CHAPTERS. STORY RICH. Tropes: she falls first, he falls harder, angst with happy ending, romcom, friendship, friends to lovers, patriotism. 💦💫This story My fifteen year old idea Based on the show Chhona hai Asmaan on Star one. I don't own the characters but the plot and the writeup is mine. All rights reserved.

A look into myself

When I'm lost I write this is a collection of Emo poetry to give you dark feels 😑

"it's just pointless"

Doyle and Ophelia continue their dance around each other. Both of them scarred by horrific injuries both on the inside and the outside. Doyle can never find the words to talk to Ophelia, Ophelia desperately wanting Doyle to call out her name but never able to call his. The want and need each other but never able to make that first step. Can they finally find the courage to talk to each other, tell each other how they feel? Will they live long enough? Buy the full story on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CKZC4VD5 Series order The Dance of the Blacksmith The Dance of the Huntress The Dance of the Blacksmith and The Huntress

||-Ongoing-|| ♦In A Silence That Speaks Volumes♦ ♦{Love{Betrayal{Lies{Marriage}♦ ~~~~~~~~~~ 'I shouldn't tell you this Praise, I should take it to my grave but I can't. I must tell you least I will never live.' 'Simi, you are scaring me.' 'Praise, I love you, you know that?' she asked him. 'Yes, yes I know and I love you too Simisola,' he told her. 'I shouldn't Praise, I shouldn't. But I must,' she continued saying as she cried more heartbreakingly. 'What is it Simi? What must you tell me but mustn't?' he asked in a voice that did not take no for an answer. 'I slept with Collins.' ~~~~~~~~~~ A wife is more haunted than her husband about something that should have haunted him instead. And their marriage becomes unstable and a shadow of what it used to be. This is a story of love and marriage. It is based on the trials that the chaos of marriage can bring. I hope you enjoy the book! @OmaPhinaPhire🔥 Highest Rankings On Wattpad: #1 Satisfying #3 Wattpadnaija #4 Watt9ja #4 Africanbooks #5 Africaromance #8 Selfloathing #12 Nigerianbooks #13 Nigerianromance #14 Wattnaija #15 Nigerianwriter

Red strings of fate connect all of humanity. each person has a string only they can see, connecting them to their soulmate. However, only humans can see their strings. So, if your soulmate is not a human, then they can not see the string. Jim's soulmate is Spock. Who despite being half human, can not see the string. Jim is not surprised. After all, he learned one lesson years ago. A lesson beat into him over and over during his childhood. Good things don't happen to him. And nobody could ever love him.