The Tom Boy Has A Secret

The Tom Boy Has A Secret

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Ok ok ok I get it this is cliche as fuck but I'm not asking you to read this you can leave and go read more cliches but I am going to right this story so here goes!! Hi I'm Max, Max Carter and I am here to tell you my story I'm sure I don't need to tell you this but I'm a tomboy( read the title bitches) and I have a secret to tell you and I don't give a shit what you say I have three months to live and I have a rare sickness and it's apparently worse than cancer and I can do everything I get to keep my hair but in just three months I will die just bang no warning or pain just poof no cure at all so yeah enjoy my life story while it lasts!!!!!
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All I want is to be alone. I wish that no one existed. My name is Zeina. I don't talk much. Not at all actually. Well not really. I sign or write things down in my notebook. I can speak. But I really only speak to those I trust. Today I'm gonna die. Don't feel bad for me, I am choosing my fate after all. Im tired of living. It's exhausting really living up to your own expectations and the expectations of others. I'm sick of shaving every inch of my limbs, plucking my eye brows, doing my hair, getting dress. Honestly I'm sick of people. My hair is long and dark brown with blonde in it. I have bangs that hang over my face and ever so slightly across my eyes. I don't have friends. My family sucks. So if you're reading this I have a question for you. Are you an outcast too. Everyday I come home from school, take sleeping pills, and go to sleep. Now I just want to sleep. Infinitely. (A/N I'm currently editing this!)

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