The first thing I remember when I was a kid was my mom telling me proudly on an afternoon how I used to hold hands with a guy when I was a kid. The next thing I remember is stuffing my face with food, trying to avoid the uncomfortable feelings rising in my mind. It was like a tiny scratch in my soul that would grow bigger the years to come. Since then I tried to like guys and that's when the storm of confussion started.
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Story of my life
Non-FictionThis is a story about a kid told about the good and the wrong. This is the story about a kid who pretended in fear of being left alone. This is a story about a kid who forced herslef to be who she didn't want to be. This is a story about a kid, who...
