The Lost Diary #7 | Internal

The Life of The Lost Girl: a creative fictional diary, sometimes based on certain factual truths.

Internal

I'm sorry.

These words are hard to find—hard to speak. I'm sorry you have to see me like this, so raw and so weak. 

I wish I was different, I wish I were strong. Haunted by my corrupted and anxious thoughts, I wish to belong.

No Turning Back | Short Story

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"The problem with trust is that it can either save you or get you killed, and much like desperation, it makes you weak and vulnerable."

A fictional short story written and created by me - STEPHEX.

These Last Words | Short Story

"Words cut deeper than knives."

A dark, serious fictional short story written and created by me in 2012 - STEPHEX.

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Disclaimer: This fictional piece was inspired by events that sadly happen to students (victims) in high school and those who suffer from depression in general.

If you are going through a similar scenario, don't go through depression alone. There is no shame in reaching out, admitting you're not okay and asking for help, even when you feel like no one will listen to you, they will and they should. Things will get better, it's only a matter of time. 

And if you know someone who is going through a dark time, please reach out to them and try your best to understand them, it'll mean more than you think and you may just save their life. x

In Too Deep | Poem Video

"In our darkest moments, when nothing can be seen and when temptation offers its dark hand, light will always guide us back; not only to our path, but to ourselves.."

A short poem written and created by me - STEPHEX.

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My poem 'In Too Deep' is now a video on YouTube! Click here to watch it!

Legacy | Poem

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Life after death is one's legacy retold.

A short poem inspired by the life and death (and memory) of River Phoenix, written and created by me - STEPHEX.

The Lost Diary #6 | Two Sided

The Life of The Lost Girl: a creative fictional diary, sometimes based on certain factual truths.

Two Sided

There are always two sides to every story, just like there are two sides of every face: two different personalities. I was never the popular type in my horrid memories of high school, even when I tried to fit in. I was always the 'odd' one out—the lone black sheep in the flock of white and grey.

Smiles were often faked and forced, my back often stabbed, my face laughed at, and my mind lost in a cloud of hurt, betrayal and deception. My actions were mocked, my voice was always a distant sound in the noisy background forever unheard, and my image was nothing but a cruel joke.