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I, just like any other year-thirteen student, am a bit messy. I abandoned my rose-tinted glasses a long time ago and stubbornly heaved myself into reality. Trying to prove that I was transitioning into adulthood quite normally - that I was normal - I stuck myself there. My dreams weren't visited as often anymore. Romanticising the life I had ahead of me seemed childish, and besides, I could never find the time.
Now here I am, trying to write in a professional tone on Wattpad with the 'a' key on my laptop refusing to function. Part of me wonders if that is a bad sign.
I am writing here in the hopes that it helps me see my life in colour again. This will not be an ordinary reading experience, as I am sure you have now realised. You could say it's a kind of diary - call it what you will, I don't really know myself. All Rights Reserved
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