It Wasn't Me Or Myself

It Wasn't Me Or Myself

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It all started on a so fucking rainy day. Everyone wanted not to get off of their beds. Even for myself... Though it was raining I had to report to Cafe D' Bollawhere the coffee shop where I used to work. While I walking through the alleys, I heard that. Oh! I forgot that my name is Shannah Jensen. 18 years for this September. Everyone has their reasons to keep secrets, no one's innocent. At this point of now, I'm a dead person! But I believe you wanna hear my story, isn't it? I killed myself under the pressure that came from my body, mind, and soul. You may think I was an asshole to kill myself. Yeah, I was kinda assohle to take myself from me! But here you're ready to listen to my story very patiently. Ongoing #1 Violations #35 curiosity
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𝓣𝓸 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼, 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓰𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓹𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓸'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾... 𝙑𝙄𝙑𝙄𝘼𝙉 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙎 is an optimistic girl. she is cheerful no matter what and believes that one should live their life to its full without any regrets. In short, she is an extravert. she never hesitates before doing something which she thinks is right. Everyone loves and support her. Her small friend circle and family, everything is perfect fine. But then, she is Intrigued by her mysterious neighbour who just moved in. 𝙆𝙔𝙇𝙀 𝙇𝙀𝙒𝙄𝙎 He is different. Different from all other guys. He hates parties and crowded places. He doesn't talk much. And most of all, he always wears hoodies. Kyle doesn't give a shit what people say about him and he doesn't care about anyone. Until, he meets his curious neighbour who is Unfortunately his Classmate too. ⋇⋇⋇  "Last question. Why do you always wear hoodie? how many do you have? Do you have any other colours other than Black and Grey? you should get green-" I cut her off instantly. Why does she talk so much? "That's more than one question." I intervene. Yet she continues, "You should get green color hoodie." she suggests with a grin. "I don't want it." I snap. "What! why not? you should get a green one, do you know why?" she voice full of excitement. I raised a brow, "Why? " "𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧!" she exclaimed. 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯... ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇  ||• Ongoing •||

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