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Hi, I'm Adrian Crest. I'm 17 years old and attend Arrowsmith High as a Junior and this is the story of how I lost my best friend. My pain and depression. The wanting of someone to care for me. To see me. How I felt so alone in a room full of people. The discust in their eyes towards me. How one tragic night changed my life. This is a story of how I lost myself... forever.
There are 100 days written. 100 painful days. Without these, I would be lost in this new life of mine.
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