It all started when i got to 9th grade. I was 15 my friendship with my best friend Adi was kinda fucked up, and I had pains in my knee. My right knee. I couldn't dance right and my mom couldn't keep paying for my dance classes. Dancing was the only good thing in my life.
Then i met him. Started smoking started drinking had my first relationship. It wasn't me. I hated me. Why? I dont know. So I cut my self. Not for attention. Just because i wanted to know if i feel. I cut there are no tears. I cut there are no turning back. Then we broke up. New friends coming new friends leaving. That's the reality. You can't find yourself. Because on this age the most important thing is friends. They help you to find what you like and what you dislike. How can you find yourself when every week you have new friends? Friends or people you know?
My name is Tslil or Sol whatever...
Now I'm 18 and this is my story. Not a great one but this one is mine. My life from my point of view.
Hope you like it
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my story
Short Storystory about a girl, about her life, all the ups and downs, love stories. She is trying to find her self. She always falls down but keep standing up.
