For The Boy Who Doesn't Know
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* Warning!: Small sexual and emotional abuse content*
I huffed as I lay on my bed. Wanting to cry and scream, but feel numb at the same time. Keeping all my feelings in is not a great experience to have.
I roll around hoping to find some comfortable position I can lay to think about this fully.
I like him, but I shouldn't like him, but I wish I can be with him. That has been the story of my life for the past four years.
I lay in my bed for a while. At this point, I can't keep this all in anymore. People always say to write your thoughts down, right?
I got up, collected my keys and bag, and head out to the nearest store that sold cute journals. Once I found a journal that had "Say Something" on a grey cover I bought it along with a pack of pens and quickly went home.
I was about to write the problems I was having now first, then decided against it and started all the way from the beginning when I first met him...
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Part One in the Boys series.
The first half of the book has very short chapters, but they get longer in the end.
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