Life according to me

Life according to me

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Let me tell why I started doing this. I found out how fucked up my life is, and now I feel the need to share it with someone, who doesn't know who I am. Sure I could tell my friends, but they would be able to judge me on previous events, and I don't need that. Hi. My name is Anna and welcome to my diary. Disclaimer: This is my life and I tell the events as I see them. I swear that everything I tell Is the truth. I'm probably going to change the names of the people I mention just in case they find this somehow. This journal is probably going to be a mix of my everyday life, poetry (by me or someone else), song lyrics, letters to no one in particular and random stuff i need to let loose. I'm Danish, so please don't judge my grammar or any other mistakes.
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This diary consists of short 1 month period. The girl, Emma confides in her feelings, her thoughts, her day and her tragedies. There are going to be twists and a really sad ending. Live this one month with Emma. Understand the kind of woman she is. "It's 1st of December, 2012. I received this thick black spiraled diary as a gift from my late mother. She always said that this diary would show me more patience than people and I should write my heart out when there's no one special enough to listen... to confide in. It was my 12th birthday. I'm 16 now and guess what? I really don't have anyone to share my crazy thoughts or stupid feelings. If I ever start doing it... People would assume me mentally sick and tie me to a chair and start stuffing me with aspirins and sedatives. And that's definitely not the way I want to go down. So, I'm just starting to write in this diary until and unless I find that special one to share everything and nothing with."

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