I really don't wanna publish this, but whatever. Here goes nothing.....
Honestly guys, I feel like absolute shit. I'm trying to allow myself to be who I am, even with this book and account as a cover but I just can't... My life for the past few weeks since school let out have been pretty shitty. I mean I finally got a boyfriend but I don't know if it's what I wanted or needed. My life has been a roller coaster of too many emotions and I'm just fucking done. I feel like I'm opening up too much in this chapter so I'll try to tone it down. Summer recently started and everyone's all rainbows and sunshine and I hate it all. It's interesting that I feel all this right now when about an hour ago I was playing around with my mom and sister happy as fuck. I don't know if this is a temporary thing if ya know what I mean but I'm just confused. I've been keeping myself up every night because I don't wanna even think about what I'll have to face the next day. I haven't gone to my last resort though..... yet. I've been ranting for too long and I should probably go. I'm going to try to make some changes in my life so I can feel better. I've also been dealing with MASSIVE body image shit and I hate every aspect of myself. I know what I need to do to fix that though.... I need to especially drop some friends. I know I'll hurt more people then I should and I'm honestly sorry. If their reading this I just want to say this is for the better of me and we could maybe be friends again someday. I've definitely said way more than I should and I should probably go. If anyone actually reads this I would like to thank you for dealing with me for this long and I would like to excuse this sorry excuse for a chapter.
Until next time,
-Lauren
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Non-FictionHey guys! It's Lauren. So this is an idea that I stole from my friend Rachel just just write about your life like Wattpad is some sort of diary type thing that that's what this is. I'm going to try to update as much as possible. So yeah...
