I go through periods of being super inspired to write and even longer periods of massive writer's block. Sometimes I struggle to find ways to deal with it. I'm currently dealing with writer's block while on chapter 21 of my first book.

Everyone else was singing about jet planes, but I was standing in a "Silent Solo." Looking out at my father sitting alone in the gymnasium, I realized some people leave and don't come back. This is the moment the music stopped, and I had to become a sturdy soldier.

Many people believe that being brave means having no fear or worry. That isn't true though. True bravery is when you're absolutely terrified, but do the right thing anyways.

This poem is an expression of my desire to always help others. Even at my own expense. Being a people pleaser is something many people struggle with. It can be difficult, but learning when to put yourself first is an essential skill.

I wrote this poem to express my own personal battle of trying to move on from past pains and trauma. It's never easy, and the pain doesn't always truly go away. However, despite that we can always build something new and better.

If you or someone you know is feeling "inauthentic," it usually manifests in one of these three ways: ​The "Chameleon" Effect: You find yourself shifting your opinions, hobbies, or even your tone of voice depending on who you are talking to, leaving you wondering who you actually are when you're alone. ​Performative Exhaustion: Feeling like life is a series of "posts" or "scenes." You do things because they look right or because they are expected, rather than because they bring you joy. ​The Fear of the "Unfiltered" Self: A deep-seated belief that if people saw the messy, unpolished version of your thoughts, they wouldn't like you. This often leads to heavy "masking." "Knowing is only half the battle; the other half is being"...

This piece paints a vivid picture of despair and cynicism. Love and goodness are just fleeting illusions in a universe indifferent. It's a journey through a world where every hint of light is just a mask for the shadows beneath, where time turns what we cherish into emptiness.

Lost. Not broken. Just walking through fog. No maps. No signs. Only steps. Chaos surrounds me. Mistakes pile up. Life refuses neat lines. And still… I show up. I fix, I clean, I build. I walk. I move. I persist. Being lost isn’t failure. It’s proof I care. Proof I’m awake. Proof I’m alive. Every step counts. Every effort matters. Every day I rise, I create my own path. The road is unclear. The next step is scary. But my steps are mine. And mine are enough. I don’t need certainty. I only need courage. And courage is built in the walking.

You ever think thing that's wrong with the world, is everyone is trying so hard to be happy or feel "fulfilled" (whatever the hell that means). I swear, everyone acts like being miserable is a fate worse than death. I genuinely enjoy being miserable and life sucking. Happiness holds hardly an appeal. You know what? I am perfectly fine. I never stay at a job or location unless I feel like it or locked up. I kinda just do whatever it is I feel like doing. I make plans just to have crap to fall through, slang and I'm secretly glad when crap blows up in my face; cuz I don't think I'm type of guy to commit. Losing is a a lot more relaxing than winning if you just accept it rather chase the next high of gaining another win.

"I am distinctly aware that my life as it was, is over. Yet my life as it is, is just the same. Insistently, almost, I sabotage every piece of happiness like a poison killing off any weak enough to succumb. You loved me. Forever."

Imagine asking a simple question: What is truth? At first, the answer seems obvious. Truth reflects reality. Facts are facts. The world is the world. But then the questions begin. Are there truths that exist no matter what humans believe? Are there truths shaped by culture, society, and geography? And if truth reflects reality, how much of that reality depends on our five senses—what we see, hear, smell, taste, and touch? Because if our senses shape our understanding of the world, then our perception might be shaping what we call truth. Which leads to an uncomfortable possibility: What if some of the truths we believe in are not universal at all… but simply the way we experience the world?

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a blog about my day and what happened in it, especially what frustrated me and what i am excited about for the future.

I have this innate desire to pour into people, to love with my entire nervous system and give my all to anyone that holds significance in my life. It’s a beautiful trait to have, it takes strength to keep your heart open and honor your sensitivity in a world that isn’t kind most of the time. On the downside it gets draining having such big feelings and no stable place to store them. Here I unpack the roots of this insatiable yearning that has been an ongoing theme of my adolescence and what it’s beginning to look like for me going into young adulthood.

And tehn there was 2 casandra and alyssa mason not here did you notice maybe wait till october to find out why but so far alyssa and casandra are attached by the hip

I was raped. But I was also raised in a culture that made that possible and then tried to make me feel crazy for seeing it. And that’s the part of the story people don’t want to hear.

A life where no one knows where to go. A life full of joy and sadness. One where the whole world thirsts for something more. Every day is a new season. Every day is something new.

I’m Will, a college dropout trading a prescribed path for the honesty of a blank page. I write because it’s the only place my thoughts finally make sense, especially the ones about Anna. She’s a blur of blonde hair, horror movies, and baseball, a girl who glows when she talks about the things she loves, even if she doesn’t love me back. This is my attempt to turn that quiet, background ache into something structured and real. I don’t know where the story ends, but I’m finally writing the sentences myself.

based on true story casandra entered her new homeroom for 6th grade not knowing anyone later she find out she stuck with her enemy which is really just her crush part 2 of august coming out soon!!