The book of stuff no one cares about.

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hmm mylife non-fiction randomish vent whatisay

I think i want to just talk to people. Maybe just knowing people can see me with make it better. Most people won't see this but it's ok to try, Right?All Rights Reserved

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"You can't rely on other people's kindness in this world. It don't exist." Normal people are like oblivious little ants, just working their way around, carry food, part of a bigger picture. People are so bland and mundane, each of them trying to be like the others. I suppose I'm no different- I'm trying to fit in too. However, a crippling obsession to avenge my only friend's death is getting in the way of that. If I want to get on with my life, I need to learn to come to terms with my past in a way that's less likely to get me killed.

Words that speak from the heart by Cryan1983

I have trouble speaking my emotions or talking to others so I write Poems and short stories from my heart

Just a little book of stuff I wrote like short stories and poems

Random book about my life or random updates time to time

From my mind, to the page, with some editing in between. Thoughts, rants, blurb etc.

This is the compilation of pieces not in previous entries.

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Nothing about this is a lie, just my life. If you want to read, read it, I just need to show this to someone even if no one reads it or gets interested. Will probably do it just until I get 14, my birthday is in June, btw. Sorry for the bad english, not my first language.

April And Cameron (COMPLETE) by melodeygrace26

This is the truth about what happens everyday of my life. So here it goes. Welcome To My Shitty Life. I'm not perfect, and I'm not beautiful, but I do have a small voice that needs to be heard. I may be shy, but writing is my real escape, and who knows maybe this will last a long time.

Dear whatever, Or is it whoever? I don't know, I'm not a writer anyways. Hi, I'm Arielle, but please call me A, I'm sick of hearing my name, or anyname actually, it just bothers me that I'm not actually as special as they'd want me to believe. Who's they? Oh, I don't know, everyone? Society? Whatever, so I guess I should tell you what this is about, eh? I'm writing this so I have something to leave behind, some sort of purpose to stay here, in this world, in this reality. I guess another reason is so that people can understand me? Or anyone like me I guess. To know what goes on in my mind. This will be officially started on June 4, 2017, my birthday, and will end on June 4, 2018. Whatever happens to this book, I promise myself that I won't delete it. If anyone actually bothers reading this, leave comments and suggestions or questions to get mentioned in the next chapter. I will be posting daily, but word count and time posted may vary. May 29, 2017 Monday 11:11 PM Signing off, A

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"You can't rely on other people's kindness in this world. It don't exist." Normal people are like oblivious little ants, just working their way around, carry food, part of a bigger picture. People are so bland and mundane, each of them trying to be like the others. I suppose I'm no different- I'm trying to fit in too. However, a crippling obsession to avenge my only friend's death is getting in the way of that. If I want to get on with my life, I need to learn to come to terms with my past in a way that's less likely to get me killed.

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