Twit Talker (One Direction save a life story)

Twit Talker (One Direction save a life story)

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Hey I’m Julia, but everyone just calls me Skits or Twit Talker.I’m 17 years old, I stand 5’ 6 1/2”, long/short fire orange hair, born in Bradford, with smokey gray eye’s.That’s at least how I describe myself.So that is all there really is to tell about me.Well besides the fact that I’m on my own really.I’m a foster runaway you know they can’t keep me there I just take off after a night or two.So how does this have to anything to do with One Direction well let me get there alright.So here we go into my story of becoming and being the Twit Talker.
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I can't exactly explain the day I became depressed. Was it when my parents got divorced? Louis left home and out of the blue became famous? 1D fans started criticising me? Or was it the day I listened to the haters? I'm not exactly sure. All I know is when you are upset time goes by slowly. Little things get on your nerves. Everything annoys you. During that time you find out who really cares about you. But who can you trust? And then there are the clueless girls who would kill to be in my place with Louis as an older brother. But they just don't understand what my life is really like. I'm not some rich bratty celebrity. I'm a 14, going on 15 girl who had to grow up a little too fast. One exposed to society and the pressure to be perfect a little too early. And I love my family but sometimes I wish they would have given me up for adoption or something. If Lou wasn't famous I wouldn't have had to face these problems. But I'm happy he's happy. The only problem is I'm not.

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