I hate it when people complain about their own lives to people whose lives could be much worse. When people tell me about how bad their lives are, I want to break into a frenzy of shouting and yelling, telling them how I have a terminal illnes, my dad died when I was 11 years old, I am mentally unstable, and top of that I only have five months to live, but I don't hate my life, in fact I love it. But instead I put on a fake sympathetic face and tell a sugar coated version of my life, I don't know why, though.
I know it may sound weird for me to say I love my life when I just stated all of those bad things that are happening to me. I mean, things could be worse, I could only have four months to live.
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Εφηβική ΦαντασίαThis is a story about a girl who loves music and basketball. She is just like everybody else on the outside maybe a little paler, but nobody bothers to notice. You know how they say it's on the inside that counts? Well she has a monster in her that...
