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"Again?" I groan.

"Yes, we have to" my dad insists.

We have moved approximately 8 times since I was 3. Skipping from place to place, city to city.

The longest I have stayed in one house was 5 years, and that is my house that I have now, my one in Nebraska.

I love this home. This is where my teenage years are. Ever since I was 10 I have lived in this house, had friends here. Actually felt like this was home.

I had a friend- a while back. We met in math. His name is Jack. He had a friend, also Jack. One is known by JJ. And one is known by Gilinsky.

JJ was my best friend. I had never met a person quite like him. He always partied, drank and got high until he was barely conscious.

Gilinsky was total opposite. He was poetic and gentle. He knew how To have fun. But not always partying was his idea of fun.

They were both great friends, though. I loved them. But, they got famous and the fame kind of changed them.

I want my old life back, my life before the fame, the forgotten and the dead.

Here's my tragic, funny and sad life story that I haven't told once.

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