Disaster train

Disaster train

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Hi, my name is Julia. But everyone calls me Jules. I'm 16. And this is the story of how I'm such an idiot... Now you might think this story starts like any other fairy tale and then something happened and it gets messed up and it becomes my hell. Yeah, that's not this story. There no prince Charming, and not even close to a happy ending. Most people think it's a fairy tale cause I'm happy and I meet a boy and it all seams like the perfect story that all girls RAVE for, if I could I would give it to any of you. But I'm getting ahead of myself, Here's how being in love changes you so much u don't wanna live anymore. With or without him. Here's my beginning, and it's hell... Cause that one day I decided to take the train to see my dad--- You could say it almost killed me.
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My Life

This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...

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