I'm beginning believe I'm surrounded with people who have no souls seriously seriously seriously. Like I'm
Not the best at all but some how I haven't reached their level of un empathetic and just I feel different from everyone I'm around
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Notes to self
Non-FictionEssays of traumas which will either help me grow or continue to be my downfall guess I'll never know(I keep the typos in cause I'm not perfect and neither is my story) is Wrote the beginning chapters when I was 16 Mabey 17 I'm 18 now about to be 19
