
First of all, I did want to write about my life in the first place. My mom gave me this journal to 'express my feelings'. I do not want to write about my life because 1.) I am a guy. Guys don't talk about their feelings. We express our feelings by beating a kid in the parking lot. 2.) What is there to write about? My life is regular. I am practically an open book: born into a wealthy family of a prominent, teen therapist and a top-notch criminal lawyer, so I know who to stay away from. But who says Ido. My parents are always gone, so I through parties. A lot of parties. I am talking underage drinking and lots of slutty girls. But everybody is the same; same people, same attitude, same desperateness, same fakeness. Everybody is an open book in this city. Until, the day she cameTodos os Direitos Reservados
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