Edit on 2020: I recently reread this story I wrote in 2014-2015. My thoughts and opinions have changed drastically since writing this and I am very glad about it. Thankfully, time is able of making us grow and evolve as people. I just haven't unpublished/deleted this story because I want to keep it as a memoir of being a 13 year old that always felt too much. Anyways, that's mostly it. ❤️
Edit 1 on 2017: Hi guys, just to clear this out I wrote this on 2014 and was like 13. I'm so sorry for this author's note, it completely sucks. I now know the difference between hate and constructive criticism haha.
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Hey there, human being. :) (ignore that if you're a dog or an alien.)
Thank you for clicking the 'read' button. You just gained a virtual bear-rib-crushing hug. I hope you like this story and cry/laugh/have a good time with it. Here are some stuff I'd like you to know before reading it:
-I am fourteen years old, and I'm not from the US, and I AM AWARE that there are countless grammar mistakes. So if you see one, feel free to comment what is it and I will fix it.
-On this exact moment, I'm eating.
- This is dedicated to S, M, I. You know who you are and it's a story for and about you all.
-Don't like this book and want to write mean comments about it? Write your reason down on a piece of paper and join the line of people waiting for me to care. But a piece of advice, leaving is a better option. ;)
- Please, do not copy this story. It's really unprofessional. People put a lot of effort to write stories, and when someone just comes and steals their idea, it is just plain sad.
-This is basically, the life of a teenager through texts. How she feels, what goes on in her life and most of all, where she starts discovering herself. It's mostly sad, not depressing, sad.
-Yes, I will write the 301 texts.
-Hate is always spread. It's something I have learn to deal with a long time ago. And to be honest? Haters broadcast your failure and whisper your success.
-Thank you for reading it! I hope you like it!
Love,
Jas, xx.