Pen Scratches.

Pen Scratches.

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My name is Ally Hogan, and if there was a guinness record for the most normal life ever, my dreams of having my face published in a book would finally come true. Even if I have just stated how ABSOLUTELY boring my life is, and how boring it would turn out for you to read my journal, there are some things you might as well want to know about me: 1- I am an aspiring writer. 2- When shit happens, I write it in here. 3- When my head thinks interesting thoughts, I also write them here. 4- By continuing reading, you are choosing to enter my world: The world of a teenage girl with a really messed up head that makes every single thing, even chocolate, sound deep.
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