My grandpa died yesterday and I just wanted to express my heartache on here. Cancer is really so despicable. Stealing away everyone we hold dear. It literally rips families apart. My poor grandma coul...
The growth and the bullying (my story pt 2 of 3!!)
What drug me out of my depression episode when I barely left my bed for 3 months? I finally had a goal. It was a small goal, but it was something to work for, something to achieve, to be proud of.
Story of my life but more dramatic...
*TRIGGER WARNING*
In light of sexual assault awareness month, I have decided to share some of my story. I ask that everyone remembers that this is a serious issue in todays world that needs to be ad...
Kinda the story of how I grew to love writing and found Commaful. I tried to keep to the prompt!
Possible TW: Addiction/alcohol
Halfway done editing all my stories and still keep writing more nonsense
this is my story on growing up with eczema. idk if anyone will even be bothered to read this, i just wanna put this out there to try and help at least one person with eczema not feel as alone.
I remember every bit of us being we. With heavy heart he mummers those lines.
Silence again played cupid.
A small childhood Christmas incident of mine portrayed in my own words and feelings ofcourse! 😊
My grandpa died yesterday and I just wanted to express my heartache on here. Cancer is really so despicable. Stealing away everyone we hold dear. It literally rips families apart. My poor grandma coul...
The growth and the bullying (my story pt 2 of 3!!)
What drug me out of my depression episode when I barely left my bed for 3 months? I finally had a goal. It was a small goal, but it was something to work for, something to achieve, to be proud of.
Story of my life but more dramatic...
*TRIGGER WARNING*
In light of sexual assault awareness month, I have decided to share some of my story. I ask that everyone remembers that this is a serious issue in todays world that needs to be ad...
Kinda the story of how I grew to love writing and found Commaful. I tried to keep to the prompt!
Possible TW: Addiction/alcohol
Halfway done editing all my stories and still keep writing more nonsense
this is my story on growing up with eczema. idk if anyone will even be bothered to read this, i just wanna put this out there to try and help at least one person with eczema not feel as alone.
I remember every bit of us being we. With heavy heart he mummers those lines.
Silence again played cupid.
A small childhood Christmas incident of mine portrayed in my own words and feelings ofcourse! 😊