Chance to Explain [ON HOLD]

Chance to Explain [ON HOLD]

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Hello, people who are lucky enough to be able to read, and enjoy doing so! I feel like doing something a little different this time around, and that is exactly what I am going to do. I love writing stories, but I never seem to finish them. Maybe it’s because I rarely do any planning, maybe it’s because I get bored of the story, maybe it’s because I come up with new ideas and forget about the old ones. Who knows? Certainly not me. That’s why this time, I’m not going to think up a line or a scene, or a vague idea, and plunge straight into a doomed storyline. Nope. I'm fed up of that approach. This time, I’m telling a story that already has events and characters. You know those moments when you feel like nothing can go right? Well that was me in 2013. And it made me think about everything that has happened in my life, good and bad. So I have decided to share my story, to let it all out, and free myself from the torturous aching that holds me captive in this strange and broken mind of mine. Ergo, the story I refer to is mine, the story of my life. Told the way I’ve lived it, with my thoughts and my views. Now I know you may be thinking ‘How is the life of a fifteen-year-old girl going to be interesting enough to entertain people?’ Well, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, here. This is the internet, after all. And once it’s out there, it’s out of my reach and beyond my control. Plus, my memory is hardly perfect. And so, yes, the events will not be exact, some may be taken away or replaced or added. I hardly want the world to know all of my deepest and darkest secrets now, do I? And of course, all names of people and places will be changed. I just need to let it all out, to show people that I am not the person they assume that I am. So please, give me a chance to explain.
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