I've been dying for almost an hour. I want to tell someone how I actually feel, but not in the way of words, in the way of speaking. If your reading this and you can follow me in school or anywhere, I don't care, if your can keep asking me if everything's ok? And don't stop asking, not until I tell you, it will most likely help me more than this stupid book. Please just keep asking me if I'm ok, I can't handle this anymore, I can't keep it all down. It needs to come out for real. It's the only thing that will probably help me. If your reading this, please, ask me... I need it, I truly do...
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The Life of Me pt.1
Non-FictionThis is my life, and the pain that comes with it. My story, and the loneliness that rides on it. This is the other side of StolenGiant, and there isn't a way back from it. So if you want to hear on how sucky my life is, read it. I honestly don't car...
