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Just studying by typing out things I have to know. It's kinda the only way I can really motivate myself to "study" if you can call it that.Creative Commons (CC) Attribution

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From my mind, to the page, with some editing in between. Thoughts, rants, blurb etc.

This will be a journal about everyday life and maybe some cool/weird/sad moments. Basically, I'm gonna write about school, trips, family, etc.

this is some stuff I write because I can't say it out loud and/or because I shouldn't be thinking about it. this is truly how I feel and what I think.

My own biography, explaining that no one who's different and has "special needs" or "disabilities" are stupid and can do things for themselves. I wrote what I have done and been threw during childhood to adulthood. Full of details and life threw my own eyes.

"I, I'm just an ordinary waste. I thought it would always be like this, I even planned out my own wasted life. But then, the zombies broke out. Suddenly, I really want to live."

I knew somewhere out there, my parents were worried sick. Somewhere out there, my friends wondered about me. I knew that a world like this wouldn't last forever, and I had to make it last. But I could always retell it.

From Thoughts to Paper by dandeliondaydreams

Pretty much my diary from the beginning of the school year. May be relatable. You'll have to read to know that... Disclaimer: Don't read if you like happy! Because barely any of it is

The past few months of the past year. Scratch that. This is pretty much a diary about one other person

Diaries Of A Directioner by IWriteAnonymously

I tried to end my life, i was alone. No one was here with me. I just wanted a friend. This is my diary, my only friend, the only thing that knows me inside and out. And this is my story.

I regret it a lot, no one noticed it, I only saw myself, continued on my life while he didn't even have one. When we came to live in this new neighborhood, I brought his diary with me, opening it, I found it empty, just like his life...

exhale.

From my mind, to the page, with some editing in between. Thoughts, rants, blurb etc.

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