Tiny Tales by a Tiny Girl

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So for the vast majority of my life the most incredible, random things have happened to me and when I tell people about all the dumb shit that's happened, 9 times out of 10, I get told to write a book about my life. I've tried to write books before but that's just never been a thing because well, I had to have a plot, and a story line, and character development and etc, etc, but I've finally decided to sit down and write about the stuff that's happened to me. Not because I want to turn it into a book or anything, not because I think this may sell because let's be real, it probably won't, but because this shit is so stupid and bizarre it'll probably make you laugh at my misfortune and hey, that's good enough.

I should probably start with some background. I'm a 18 year old five foot girl living in a Middle Eastern country, and I struggle with my identity quite a bit. I don't know who I am or who I want to be or what I see myself doing in the next year, much less five years. I like having an idea and I like the idea of things being set in stone but when it comes to me that just doesn't happen. I could make three million plans but realistically, like one is going to actually happen. I live with my two younger brothers, my mom, and my cat. I don't have many friends. I don't say this to be cute and relatable. I genuinely don't have many people I call my friends. I have a bunch of acquaintances though, and people who used to be my friends, and a lot of my stories revolve around the stuff that's happened with them. I've been to five schools throughout high school so I've obviously met a lot of people and if you live in the country I do, you quickly realise that everyone knows everyone, and there's just no escape. My silly little life is proof of that.