Tryinghard Stories

Winter is settling in, the air becoming nippy and cold, sinking deep into Leo's body. He doesn't move an inch. 'How long does it take to freeze to death?' Leo wondered...

New order, same shit. I have to leave now or someone will see me. He's taking my wrist... What should I do? "For you." A little paper with a note.... -"...

**COMPLETED** Really? How could he be so hated when he's so perfect. What happened to make him the way that he is? Why can't people see just how truly amazing Felix is...

lots of worrying to be done a head, no time to rest in bed, because before your know it you'll be dead, but the question is what is your death? Physical or mental?

Yo this is my first story XD Yaya so excited hope i you like it btw I have really bad grammar and spelling lol Im trying to do a deli angst there might be ships not sur...

Just some crazy ideas of what raimon group chat would be like that's all English is NOT my first language so beware. I love my cinnamon roll tenma, that I made him capab...

Entries sa iba't ibang patimpalak.😹

Pran and Pat's family are friends, they even live next door so they grew up always together and got along in everything and others think their friendship is perfect but...

Well I guess I try my best to understand how other people feel as I've been battling depression which my mum denies. But I'm waiting for it to "get better".

this is my old Greek god and hes non binary and he goes on trips and loves everything so please understand hes not a bad guy....

This is a compilation of my Poems I'm also going to put descriptions on when or how did I write that poem my motivation and such. I want this to be something interactiv...

just a quick update

Ever feel like staying in bed in never getting up? Do you have bad dreams? Do you fake a smile so people wont question you or feel bad? For me all of the above is a yes...

I'm just a writer ... Observations, struggles and poetic thoughts Feel free to write some feedback ☺️

I stare at the cars. I stare at the people. I look up and I stare at the sky. I stare at the clouds. A few birds fly by. I stare at those, too. Then, I look at the build...

Look into my grace and take it as you will, this is poetry. Slackjaw's Tango is a bitter amalgamation of the works I've written in the life of night into the dreaded mor...

the diary of the boy I loved with all my heart, my experience, my thoughts, my love life, me going through hell back to heaven, this might be a bit confusing but I might...