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background info: the bau, and the team, had always been understanding of your mental health, letting you take days or weeks off when you weren't feeling too great. this time things got really bad and you tried to end your life. you had been off work for a month and hadn't seen anyone since. the team come by to check if you're ok and are satisfied with you telling them through the door. but that isn't enough for emily anymore. trigger warning: this will include talk of mental illness, self harm (nothing too graphic), mention of a suicide attempt (in the past) and other themes related to this. please do not read if you think this will trigger you, keep yourself safe<3

A Polish software engineer attending collage in Sweden meets a stay-at-home artist, a graphic designer at their favorite café. They see eachother every friday. With each passing week the thought of them grows on them both more and more, and one day, one of them decides to pick up a conversation with the other. What will this lead to? By adressing the elephant in the room will they become friends, best friends or maybe something even more meaningful? Will they be able to combat and dodge the obstacles of life togheter? //Apologies for any typos! Will try to fix them as soon as I see them ;/ // //Twitter account for the book coming!!// //TW: TOXIC RELASHIONSHIPS, SELF HARM, SA (S**XUAL ASSAULT), DEPRESSIVE/SUI**DAL THOUGHTS. stay safe &lt;33//

You don't believe me anyways. You don't see me throwing away my inhibitions or filling up my online shopping cart. You don't see me diving into new life goals and careers and areas of study. You don't see my cry to myself in the car when my chest sinks in and my head gets crushed in a vice. You don't feel the panic in my stomach whenever I must make human contact. And you sure don't see how hard I try. How I wake up every morning and apply my mask. My work mask- to conceal all of this. But.... It's been the same mask for many years And my mask is wearing thin. My sadness, my anger, my paranoia and grand euphoria are trying to become a part of your world too. A world where it's not welcome. A world where it's not understood, where it's frowned upon.

I like inflicting pain. Not on others but on myself. Some people would call me depressed but I'm not. If anything the pain makes me happy. I started "self harming" at the mere age of nine. Or at least, that's what she called it. My therapist, I mean. She ended up giving me a life time supply of antidepressants and some shitty advice. I'm now eighteen, rotting in jail, and awaiting my death sentence. This is my story and if I'm quite honest, you don't want to hear it. +++ awards: ➵ Winner, Short Story Category, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 ➵ Overall Winner, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 status: ➵ started - 19/08/17 ➵ finished- 07/11/18 note: ➵ Please don't copy me. I don't appreciate it and will block you and report you. No writer likes to be copied and neither do readers. Readers want something which is unique and original.

Clay didn't believe in love, he thought it was a waste of time, he usually visits a small coffee shop where he could read and study, his friend Nick would sometimes tag along with his boyfriend. one day, clay walked In the same shop, but this time, there was a new worker that caught his eye, a boy behind the counter. ~~ George needed help. His mother died and his father left him and his little sister, abandoned, George got a job so he could pay the bills and look after his sister, he's currently living with two good friends from school. He used to work as a writer, but his boss never appreciated his work, and wouldn't pay him enough. Giving up on that dream, he found out he had special skills in making coffee, will he be able to balance school and work again? will that skill save him and his sister? All while dealing with eating disorders and recovering from self harm? Will working in a coffee shop change his life? ------- this is my first PROPER dnf story. It will probably slowly get farther away from the topic but I'll try not to let that happen. There could be spelling mistakes but I'll try to spot them. All the info you need is in the first chapter. (Warnings, characters etc.)

I was panting, running for dear life. I couldn't take it anymore I had to feel free and running around my block didn't feel like I was free anymore them I got takin out of my thoughts 'Wammm' I ran into someone or something. "oh my god, are you alright?" he asked the had brown eyes and gorgeous eyes I could get lost in everyday. "yah-yah I'm fine,what about you?" I asked him he gave me a smile and said"yea I am, I'm toby, what about you?" Fluff NO SMUT (from what I know of he is still uncomfortable with that) angst Language There will be self harm and if I remember I will put tw(s) but I might forget Also talk about suicide and abuse Started :12/21/2022. 6:57pm Finished:4/11/23. 11:04pm

The inner thoughts of Maxine Baker. Following after her brother left for Rehab, her friends enjoying their summers' without plans of her being apart of them, and her slowly fading into her own depression. Will things get better for Max or will she become who she never wanted to be? "Sometimes, seeing is believing; however, sometimes believing makes it hard to see." -First Paragraph. This story is not for the feint of heart. It will get deep, it will feel dark, may even feel painful to read. I do not own any of the Characters from Ginny & Georgia. I created this story because I feel as though I can relate to Max, I can feel her hurt and pain. And this story is a continuation of what happens after Season 3. If you enjoy, please leave a comment! _______________________________________________ This story contains Heavy and Mature themes. Warning, this story Contains such themes: Depression, Self deprecating thoughts, Self esteem issues, Anxiety, Paranoia, Self Harm Ideations, Self Harm, Eating issues, Possible Eating Disorder, Substance Abuse, Suicidal Ideation, Suicide Attempt(s), Suicidal thoughts, ADHD behaviors, Possible OCD behaviors and More. If you are having or experiencing any of these thoughts, please remember you are perfect the way you are and you have people who care about you. If you feel as though no one does, You have ME who will care about you. There are also helplines for those who are in need, so don't feel afraid to reach out.

your chats will be pending until lightningboy adds you as a friend 'i love you. i'll see you in another lifetime' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ after getting out of a mental hospital, harry james potter runs away and leaves his snapchat username on a random stall in his regular pub, thinking nothing of it. his life changes the moment a certain blond adds him. ~ post war, half text story, short chapters WARNINGS: HOMOPHOBIA, ABUSE, VIOLENCE, SELF HARM, SUICIDE, AND MENTAL ILNESSES/DISORDERS the story is set in this generation. harry potter is part of gen z. most characters belong to jk rowling but the plot is mine :)

The war is over. Lives are slowly going back to normal. Summer break is hard for everyone, but one person in particular isn't sure if he can make it. Harry Potter. He hasn't heard from his friends in months. All he has is his Godfathers empty house, a house elf that constantly makes a portrait scream, and a pistol he stole from his uncle. What he's about to do, no one knows about. Until the one person he was able to save finds him. This story has severe mentions of suicide, self harm, rape, ect. Don't read if this makes you uncomfortable. Do not repost on any other website/account without my permission.

Scar- a make left after a cut or burn to the skin "Do you know how hard it is to not let what people say get to you? How hard it is to stay clean to go to sleep and never want to wake up?" I stare at him with glossy eyes. I'm so weak I hate it. "Riley why would you want to die?" He holds my face between his hands and I felt my heart flutter at the contact. "Because the world is fucked up and so are the people in it." Contains acts of self-harm and suicide so please read at your own risk!!