My Life Right Now
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Last published Mon, Jul 6, 2020
This book is the "diary" that follows Alicia's life and how she perceives thing. Hopefully this book is appealing. Now read. The chapters are short.
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Elizabeth has a very mundane boring life but sometimes she needs to vent about anything and everything. The only relief she finds is by writing it down. So this is her life. This is her diary. It's not formatted like an actual book and it has IM language as well as emojis because this is my life. This is basically a "story" of my senior year. It's messy and unorganized just like my life. Don't hate this is actually what happens/ had happened to me. I changed names and took out some parts but everything is very real. *this has NOT been edited! Read at your own risk*
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