UNDERGROUND
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I'm an artist. At least that's what I'm trying to become. I study art so that's a good step right?
I have a normal life... well not really but it's not completely fucked up you know?
I just do the things I maybe shouldn't but there are plenty other dudes doing the same. Drinking, partying, drugs... I won't say I'm proud of it but I don't regret it either. I like my life... sometimes I do.
Who would've thought that my life would end up like this fucking mess? And who would've thought that I could change that much?
All because I liked a boy...
Careful this book is full with trigger warnings I will mention at each chapter. Some of them are:
- drug use
- alcohol
- sexual abuse
- physical abuse
- mental abuse
- suicide
- self harm
- eating disorder
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