The shout-out book!

The shout-out book!

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It's on pause until further notice... :( This book is for my weekly shout-outs. It gives a chance for new writers, loyal followers and nice people I meet to get a chance at receiving a shout-out. This will let other writers and readers acknowledge you as a writer in the Wattpad community. I know how hard it is to get people to notice you in this community so maybe this shout-out book will help some of you. Basically, anything can earn you a spot in my shout-out book but if you attract my attention you have a higher chance because you'll be in my notifications or messages more which will attract my attention the most. Ranks: #18 out of 44 in shout-out on May 16, 2018. #103 out of 267 in writers on May 16, 2018.
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"I'm not okay!" I yelled at him. "Okay?! I'm not okay." My chest rose up and down as I breathed heavily. It had been years since I had a break down, and I wasn't going to have one right now. "It's okay not to be okay," he whispered, walking closer to me. He caressed my cheek, trying to sooth me. I stared at him, pain filled my eyes. I was trying hard not to cry. I couldn't cry. That's not what I did. "It's okay to cry," he comforted. His eyes stared so hard into mine I felt like he was seeing into my soul. "Crying shows weakness, and I'm not weak," I told him, swallowing hard. "Sometimes crying is the strongest thing you can do. It just shows everyone else that you're just as human as they are." And right then and there I started sobbing. I had lost all control of my emotions, I cried like I hadn't since I was little. All those times I didn't cry when I wanted to poured out now. The walls I spent so long building to make them unbreakable, broke. Alana finds a thick orange envelope in her mailbox one day. No return address, no stamp or postage mark and it's not even addressed to her. Someone had just dropped the letter off in her mailbox. The only thing written on this envelope is "You might need this... or not." Alana takes it inside and begins to read the life story of a complete stranger. The life story of someone trying to find their place in this big scary world. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.

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