I'm at school at the moment as my friend is watching me type this. The entry is going to be very short because I have to leave in 20 minutes. I might be writing another entry later when I get home so I can talk about things without people reading my personal life. And the boy I talked about earlier-I'm not going to name him because my friends are around-was actually talking to me flirty like. I got butterflies of course and felt quite weird as he was my ex boyfriend. And I actually got my hair to look normal and not like it had been soaked in chicken grease! Yaaay!
I probably have to go in a second, so I better finish this off. I'll have part 2 of this up later. Bye beauts! Stay strong. xx
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The Diary Of The Weak: My Journal
No FicciónHer name was Zoie. A simple girl brought down to her knees, begging for mercy. Begging to be let go and be set free to live her life without shame and disgrace. Never did she know, that it would last a life time and never end. This is the story of a...
