Dear Diary,
It's only gotten worse. Just like I had thought, but never wanted to believe. It's been a year since I have found out, and everyday gets me deeper in an emotional hole. I don't understand how others deal with it. My mind is no longer ever blank. My brain scatters everything. I can't go a day without thinking about it. I go day after day thinking of the same thing. Worrying my mind of stuff I shouldn't be thinking about at the age of sixteen. But that's life and life can be cruel. Sometimes I wish I was the wrong answer and someone would just erase me away.
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Who's The Author?
Ficção AdolescenteIf you found an interesting object that caught your eye would you take it? Well that's exactly what Ashton does. A journal his eyes land on with the rightful owner gone. Now all he can think about is who is the author?
