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So yeah, my name's Alex. I'm 13-years old and i think I might suffer from Alexithymia because I try to give no fucks and I don't like expressing my feelings. Also, it goes with my name which would be pretty cool, but then again I might just be a moody teenager (that's what my mum would say). I think this is where I should start to tell you about my 'MOTHER'. You probably know her I mean who doesn't?! And that is exactly why I dislike her so much, why can I have a normal mother, one that is a Doctor, a lawyer, secretary or a teacher? But no, mine had to be Ms. DEMI LOVATO the pop sensation you guys. Her job is the reason I'm this miserable and her job is the reason she is a terrible mother. Welcome to my life. Welcome to my story.
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