Sometimes I think I'm Changing because of him, but I always end up to why I did that. Why did I stay up late, because I already fell asleep during the day twice. Why am I not eating, because I went somewhere and tired of eating, or because I don't really have a feeling that I want to. Why am I missing him, because my mind told me to. Why am I doing all these things for him, well it isn't because of him for all of these, (just some) a lot of these is for myself.
- Mai Chor
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The dairy of my love story
RandomThese are true stories that had happened to me. Alena is Ashlee, Melina is Michelle, Beth is Brianna, Melony is Melony, Anna is Annasy,and Maria is me( I won't tell my name but my name does start with the letter M )
