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Conversations with Myself
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Complete, First published Feb 13, 2015
I'm always thinking of something, hence the reason I'm almost always daydreaming. While I was thinking those thoughts, I thought, "hey why not write it down? And maybe even put it on WattPad." So here it is. Also there is excerpts and scenes and emotions that I couldn't put into a novel or even a short story because all I can see or vision is that one little part.
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This is the continuation of the previous book: https://www.wattpad.com/story/237179531-whitegxroblox%27s-slice-of-journal White is just his online username. But everyone calls him "Chin" in real life. Quite a literal little brat who never take words and advices to his heart. But he is himself a Introvert, found himself types louder than everything he speaks. Even he is loud himself, everyone think he is just annoying. There's where he find Internet is far more balanced with information connected through nations. And also can get away from his problems. Wanted to seek help & attention but his method does the opoosite, often wherebout depressive become egos. This is me. "White who living a rent and worries free life. But will he treasure it and regret it in the future?" Most people call this "Blog", But I rather call it Diary. Known as "a book in which one keeps a daily (maybe) record of events and experiences." Most of the events are very personal and full of thoughts. And words that I never share or tell with my parents. If anything happens to me, At least someone can read and get to know about me yeah? The reason I am writing this so I can remind, remember, realize what I was doing in the past or people want to read this. Lame, right? This is now a public domain, Feel free to copy or do anything with it. I don't really mind. In fact, If someone understands me. Or I take this as "Memoir"