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Continúa, Has publicado sep 24, 2018
Hi my name is Constance Callaway. You guys may already know me. I'm the famous model, and the popular girl at Alexandria Private High School the all going happy girl with the perfect life.  WELL NEWS FLASH ITS ALL FAKE. One big massive lie that got outta hand.  I'm not happy.  Hell I can't remember the last time I felt happy. Let alone and feeling at all.

 But anyways I'll be jumping off a bridge at 8:00 pm. Don't come looking for me. Don't even try. I don't want to live in a all round fake world anymore I'm done. Also don't think of this a suicide Think if it as me wanting peace, and I'm finally getting it. 

I want just a few things when I leave
1. I don't want a funeral. I don't want fake people crying and playing music that I don't like.

2. Don't cry. At all. I don't care who you are just please don't . 

3. Move on. I'm not the girl you all want me to be. 

And 4. Tell Solar I love her. She was the only person who made me feel wanted and loved. And tell her I'm sorry. I'm truly am but I need to leave.

Well that's all. 

GOODBYE

DISCLAIMER:
This book maybe a trigger for past depression, anxiety or even self harm. If this book maybe an easy trigger for you, I suggest you not to read it. Don't think for one moment I'm not against self harm and suicide. Cause I am I am strictly trying to show how there are other ways to handle problems. But enjoy  comment and vote.😉  And Check Out Up Coming books I'll soon be publishing. Please and thank you. 🙏😄
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