Jumbled Stories

To whom it may concern: This is not a fan fiction, a heroic tale, or a historical peice of art. This is my diary of sorts. I will type senseless words, stories, and secrets in the hopes of documenting the life that is my own. The things I write on here won't always be appropriate, moral, or entertaining. This is my life. Who I am. So welcome to my mind.

let my brain freak you out 4:44 a.m

It doesn't have a description it's just a set of random thoughts put together to make poems I guess

to accept, to release, to breathe and be free is tantalizing in itself.

Some kids think that getting up on a Monday morning is difficult. Well, i second that. BUT, Imagine, spending the whole summer at a camp for troubled teens, being assigned to a personal counsler, Falling for him, and then coming back into your classroom on Monday morning only to find that the camp counsler you fell for, is you're new teacher. Yeah. That Monday Just got a whole lot worse.

These are my jumbled thoughts unleashed, unedited and unfiltered. These are my words, my truth, myself - for you, and for me.

this is something I've thought about posting for a while. and I ended up doing it because what's in this describes how I feel. and this is about someone and it may be confusing but.. yeah... it's feelings. so it's jumbled up.

Everything I have out there has been through editors and agents and rights and permissions. This will just be a collection of my thoughts- jumbled or organized, edited or unedited. Sometimes a writer just needs a bowl to puke her words into.

To tell you how I survived can be difficult. It's all mixed up. My memories smear and ruffle. I can't really see my life in order anymore. The only place I can think to start is here where I am now.

My thoughts that don't seem to fit anywhere else.

Spring writes messages for Winter. Winter hides his from Spring. A collection of poems that may or may not be in order. Cover by julixnx-

Suffocate | 'sûfû,kāt | die or cause to die from lack of air or inability to breathe have or cause to have difficulty in breathing feel or cause to feel trapped or oppressed

'Jumbled Mishaps' is a collection of short stories based upon mystery, thriller, and drama. Each story different than the last, entices you until the very end and leaves you wanting more. Although, 'Jumbled Mishap's is currently just one short story, there are others being created and jumbled around at the moment. Stay tuned for more, and thank you for reading. -kk

Poems, my life, bunch of random stuff. I've always wanted to make one of these books lol.

It's a story that I'm still building up😞 You might love it or not but I really really really 😢 hope you do..............

Random midnight memories and deep thoughts. Rants. True hidden messages for some people but this time they're not from my characters; they're directly from me. A place where I can freely and openly contradict myself. Don't expect this to make sense. -------------------- All rights go to the original owner of the photo.