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Memoirs of a Coming of Age Girl
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Ongoing, First published Aug 13, 2022
Mature
May 31, 2019.

It was the one date I'll never forget.

Because what went down that day was the beginning of a series of bad luck, bad decisions, and betrayal. It jumped start the Hellish school year that even three years after, still haunts me.

I don't know if I'm just being a drama queen, I don't know if I'm just making a big deal out of it. Everything's shitty and confusing and fucked up but there's one thing I'm sure of.

I know that I hate it. I hate them. I hate everything that happened.

Hi.

I'm Eos, your resident fanfic writer who's too fucked up in the head to update.

I got lots of things in my mind-- secrets, hatred, and many other synonyms that pertains to negative emotion.

If you're here, then you're about to know me better.

Because everything you'll read here is true, not an ounce of it being fiction.

'Why are you sharing all of this with us?', you may ask.

Well, that's just because I'm a sad, lonely, coming of age girl who went through some really deep, tragic shit that she decided to make a fucking memoir.

Welcome to my world.
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