I'm just... Me
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Hope is different. but different isn't bad... is it? how hard can it be to grow up in a society that expects everyone to be the perfect model child?
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Everyone has their opinions of what is right compared to what is wrong. Of course, when life gets hard, it can sometimes make it a little harder to be able to find that right line to differentiate between the two. It becomes even harder when others are trying to enforce their own warped versions of the two upon yourself when you're already struggling. Can a new kid at school manage to save the most popular guy there before he falls apart beyond repair?Concluida
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Blue Hair and Bruised Knees
My life used to be pretty boring. Everything was average. Normal family, normal looks, normal house, normal job, normal life. The only non-boring aspect of my life was my best friend which was only because she always managed to mess it up somehow. I didn't really mind much because it kept things interesting. That is until she disappeared leaving me to care for her fatherless child with nothing more than a few hundred pounds and a sorry note. She did ruin my old life. She ruined everything that I'd actually cared for. My parents hated the fact that I was 'throwing my life away' for a child that wasn't mine. Not to mention illegally. I dyed my hair blue in rebellion. My own way of saying "F*CK YOU!" ...They kicked me out shortly after. I couldn't find a decent job in the area and the rumors became so vicious that I just left and never looked back. Old life: Destroyed, unraveled, completely gone. Let's see how long my new life lasts shall we?Concluida
Ana
Life as a child was amazing. Your weight didn't matter. Your clothes didn't matter. Your parents money didn't matter. All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down. Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup. Who knew a boy could change all of that? That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines. Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself? Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive. (unedited) Cover by: MadHatter_25Concluida
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We all crave it, that sense of belonging. It doesn't matter how popular you are or how many friends you have, sometimes you just don't feel like you belong. That's when, you become one of us. People begin to think that you're a hopeless case and so many give up on us, and in turn we give up on ourselves. In this crazy messed up world, will anyone see the lost?Concluida
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