Lizzie Ravalz Diaries
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Warning: you have entered a mysterious not-so-private space full of terrors.
My name's Lizzie, and my high school life is probably just as horrible as yours.
Living and studying in a place like my country, though it's fairly impossible, the situation could be even worse- and NO, I'm not even exaggerating. The struggle is real, all you have to do is read this diary, and you'll get it.
Under these circumstances, it seems that I would have to stay conscious if I want to survive in this ultimate game of wits between politicians, school, parents and peers. Now, do you still think it's just about high school?
Well yeah, maybe not.
Enjoy the conflicts in my mind, the process of speculation, my endless debates on controversial issues and a hell lot of mumbling about my pathetic life. Come along- read through these different cases from my perspective, and perhaps, if your position in life still puzzles you- may you find you own voice, and live out loud and proud just like I wish to do.
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