I was up in my room. I could here my mom and stepdad arguing. I put on my headphones. Press play. And just relaxed. I was staring up at the ceiling. I was just thinking about my life. Tears came down my face. Why is it so messed up? What is the point of life? Am I living or just breathing?
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Teen FictionI'm ok? No, I'm living a nightmare. My name is Jule. I had the life I had always wanted, except a family. I had no love at all. But me, stupid old me I would do anything for love. And look where it has gotten me...