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[ DISCONTINUED ] "one day. all is ask is one day. just give me one day to prove to you that i made a wrong choice of loving him and i shall show you what true love feels like." ! Ah, the nice clicking sound of a lighter that is lights up a flame. A flame that could burn anything; a flame that could light up a joint, making me a person that I never knew I was. Smoking a joint and staying high all the time is the only chance that I could forget him. Oh, I wish I could. All Rights Reserved © joey ; wxntrlcs [ 2015 ]

I had never felt this way before, I had never felt the immediate butterflies swarm my stomach as soon as I saw them, but this was different. As soon as the new boy and his girlfriend moved to my school, I only expected to get to know them both just the same as everyone else, but I felt differently towards one of them. But it wasn't the new girl, it was her boyfriend Clay... I was gay and it wasn't something which I hid, I often attended the LGBTQ+ club held at school too. However it just had to be that the boy I had fallen in love with was already in a relationship, I knew I couldn't mess it up, but I couldn't hide this forever. DreamNotFound+bit of SkepHalo and KarlNap FLUFF BOOK

NOT EDITED PREPARE FOR SPELLING AND GRAMMAR MISTAKES; TRIGGER WARNING: I suck at putting them in the book so if you need one for any reason this is it. Be careful love:) ~~~~~~ Once you become addicted to something it never goes away. And that's what we are addicted. When addicted you'll do anything to get your next fix and for us that involved fighting, murder, and risking our lives just to see the other breathing. and even when your "sober" you'll always be addicted, that will always be your one true craving. That's exactly what happened too. We would set fire to the world around us and never let a flame touch the other because if we did... ... we'd destroy ourselves in the process. Simply I was marked by him And he was marked by me. ~~~~~ THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR GIVING MY BOOK A CHANCE. PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT. I HOPE YOU ENJOY BABE:

For those who are afraid of letting things go to embrace the changes... I've been there too. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + "Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving." - Terry Pratchett + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Summer doesn't last forever. I knew in the deepening ache of my heart, the welling tears in my eyes, and the unending ticks of the clock. It was a matter of letting my future go and enjoying the present. Flowers bloom, just like our relationship did. Time passes and next thing you know, we have to move on with our separate lives. This is the story written by me... for you. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Special thanks to @crisostomoxibarra for making this wonderful cover!

After losing your friends, your home, your love, you knew that there was nothing or nobody to make you happy. Everything was taken from you and the only thing that you had left was an old key to a nation that was blown up years ago. You honestly thought your life couldn't change and that the tragedies of your past would always hunt you until you heard about a new country. A country that could give you anything that you wished for, a country that could give you money, a country that stood for power and peace. You were so desperately tired of life that you decided restarting it there, but seems like destiny did not want you to restart your life completely new... (English is not my first language, apologies in advance for any mistakes, typos or similar.) (contains cursing/strong language, alcohol consumption, anxiety, sexual themes, violence, and some other themes that could be triggering) (!DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!) rankings: #1 - las nevadas (04/24/23)

Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity) This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's. I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age. I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself. I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.

[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

"Life is hard but it can always be better."