Selfpity Stories

Based after Gundam Seed Freedom, the story focuses on an orphan boy named Viktor Markson, a Coordinator from Orb Union. After two years after the war ended between ORB and ZAFT, Viktor resided at Lagrange 5 and has been dealing with grief and depression. But despite of the negatives, he reunited with his childhood friend Satomi Irena, another Coordinator who lived in the PLANTS for her whole life. Both Satomi and Viktor returns to being friends like they used too, causing Viktor to feel at peace. But one day, Shinn Asuka along with his companions reunited with Viktor. However, the reunion is short lived when Viktor uncovers the truth of who's the one who killed his father, and it turns out to be Shinn, his good friend. As Viktor is about to surrender to his suicidal thoughts, he unleashes an evil entity from the medallion he found, called Ciemna Materia; or Dark Matter in Polish.

Everybody want's to be worth it. Worth to wait, worth to love, and worth to stay with. And Soonyoung, he's no different. Note: This is an "everything gets worst before it gets better kind of fic" also I changed the title from 'Projections' to 'Worth it' coz i feel like I need too

"Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything." -George Bernard Shaw© _________________________________________ In no way or means do I intend to promote smoking. Smoking can be very hazardous to your health and bring various issues to people around you especially family. If you smoke, it is your choice and legal entitlement to do so.© °°°

it's a poem on one sided love

How it feel to love someone, who will never love you back </3

"When does a candle become a blaze?" Loki had always been smart. Too smart for his own good. So, as a kid, he quickly learnt the answer to the above: when you allow yourself to hope. For him, it was in the form of a fiery spark believing he was worthy. "When does a mistake become the blame?" A mistake he did not even intend to make. Because he was Jotunn. He didn't belong. "When does home become a prison?" He never understood how Asgard slowly progressed to be one. Oh, nevermind, he does. It was when they shut the door in his face. A short, one-shot fanfic totally inspired by out-of-the-blue musings on Loki's complex, mercurial character.

for the ones who realise they're stuck, with a great amount of unwill to get out of it

___________________________________________________________________________________ ::: ISOLATION PLAY ::: Designed to isolate the attacker on a specific defender, normally to exploit a weakness or give a hitter a chance to hit against a single block. ___________________________________________________________________________________ Eighteen year old Blair Watson is deprived. She is lacking, empty and listless. Wanting nothing more than to feel some kind of meaningful satisfaction of human connection deep in her soul, she lives in constant sadness and self-pity. She craves that kind of teenage recklessness you only see in movies - the carefree laughter with friends, and the confidence of being comfortable in your own skin. Except, Blair has no friends. She has no laughter. And she sure as heck isn't comfortable in her own skin. So when she finds a flyer for volleyball tryouts at her school stuck under her windshield wiper, she thinks nothing of it. She scrunches it up into her bag and heads to her boring home for the day. Or so she thinks. Join Blair on an impromptu journey of self-discovery, self-freedom, and best of all, self-love. ___________________________________________________________________________________ #JUSTWRITEIT #SPORTS I know, I know, it's a month late and they've already moved onto a completely new topic, but, rules were made to be broken! ...And I also really like the idea of this story, so...

Malas Panget Baboy Malas Panget Mahirap Baboy Paulit ulit. Nakakarindi. Nakakahiya. Parang hindi ko Kaya. Lahat ng yan tumatak na sa isip ko. Bakit? Bakit ako Pa? Hindi ko din Alam. Gusto Kong tumakas. Gusto Kong lumayo sa buhay na puro nalng pasakit ang dala Pero.. Paano nga ba?? Pano na?? - Just read it bruuuu. LPP

This is just a little self pity thing. Just, don't worry about me. I'll be fine

Truth must be told. Secrets are only burdens. This is a true story in which i must tell before I myself turn crazy.

Some low point. Self blaming trigger.

In which Spamton feels guilty about receiving gifts from Swatch and not being able to do the same for them. Angst/Comfort and Swatchton Also on AO3

Almost always alone.

Caspian was dealing with the pieces of a broken, scratched mind, filled with the scattered fragments of unreal, yet raw and genuine memories that ought to be his own. There were flashes of screams and blood and clashing iron blistering under the unyielding sun. There were flashes of rivers taking the shape of gigantic men and engulfing everything under their path. There were flashes of his voice, not quivering and insecure as now, thundering in halls as tall as cathedrals -where high people left and right would kneel before him, ask his wisdom, his command, his forgiveness, his justice. There were flashes of his own reflection on the mirror, of his body in a bright armour, a sword nested in his hands as if it had been born there -with him. It seemed unreliable. It seemed as if it was hiding the truth right under his nose by covering it in a thick layer of cruel fantasy. OR: Caspian adapting to 1946 London for he cannot go back to Narnia... nor does he wish to -he might or not have done this to himself

A true story of an introvert girl.