Like I Am
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hello this is my first written story sorry it will be quite short or actually very short😅 I won't really call my writings stories but rather thoughts so...just enjoy with me🤫 and sorry for the grammar errors with time I hope to do better😁 >>Emy that's my name, the girl in thoughts, why do we love?, why do we hate?, why do we suffer ? I wished I died when I was born is this a normal fact? why do I always have questions to ask about myself and about the world? why am I so stupid? But why do I ask why? Emy known to be Emy-thinker had always been a strange girl born with strange faculties,she had the ability to think for 72hrs without eating while asking herself questions about irrelevant facts and as time went on she forgot to open her eyes to see the world just as it was, scary, dark and full of surprises until she met ...party-jay who made her redefine life
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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