I am writing this so it looks like I'm working in Mr. Wayne's class. I don't really know what to say. Well I guess I'll start by saying "Hi". Look I don't know you and you don't know me, but I have decided not to tell you my name because it doesn't make me who I am. Have you ever had a good talk with someone and never even knew there name? Well thats what I want , but you don't talk it's just me saying my thoughts. So here is my thought. I believe that I am nothing.That I am just a thing that is nothing which makes me not a thing but a nothing. I became nothing when "She" left. I was really close to "She" and now that "She" is gone I am nothing. No "She" was not the love of my life, no "She" was not even a living thing. "She" was me. If that makes sense , probably not ,but I'm gone so that leaves me within nothing.
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Teen FictionI've never have ever felt fine. I mean sure I have said that I'm "fine" but in reality what does it mean to be fine. I can't remember how I got like this it just kinda happened maybe it was just my destiny to be unhappy or maybe it is just my battle...
