Troubled Teen

Troubled Teen

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Let me just start off by saying, I'm a hypochondriac There is and always will be something wrong with me, wether you like it or not, that is how I am. Other than that major flaw, I am your normal teen. I fall "in love", fight with my parents, pretend like I hate the world, although I secretly love it, cry over the stupidest things and have those group of friends whom I trust more than anything. At this moment I'm having a problem finding out who I really am. Usually I never have this problem, but once in a blue moon everyone does. Right? It seems to make its way back when I question my emotions, which is sadly often. Emotion is a strong word if you actually think about it. It's like an person who is not capable of commitment. Once it feels to comfortable, it leaves you at your highest moment, leaving you with a new "emotion" which to me always seems to make me feel like crap. Well, that's how I feel right now, like a piece of useless crap. And if you are willing to, I would like to invite you into my life journey one chapter at a time.
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My memories always haunt me. And they never cease. They come back when I hear a simple howl at night. I wish they would just disapear, like how I made all my fear. But I know it's impossible. Fear is always easier to get rid of, of course, when you have nothing else to live for. I remember the night. The night my family was brutally murdered. The night I became a rogue. I remember all the screaming of my friends. None of us knew they would attack us that night. The night of our festival of the moon. I always wondered how I was the one to survive, the runt of the pack. . . Willow is a rouge after the tragic event of a rouge attack on her village three years ago. She now lives alone in the forest. But when she's discovered by an alpha and his beta, she has no choice but to try and run away again. But how is that possible when the alpha is her mate.

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