He Stole My Ideas

He Stole My Ideas

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"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist." ~Oscar Wilde The story of a girl who is trying to find her way amongst the aftermath of a family tragedy, but first must find who has stolen the journal that has kept her sanity in place. (Warning: This story is rated mature for its strong language, the mention of drugs and alcohol, along with the topic of death. Read this story at your own risk.)
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Elizabeth has a very mundane boring life but sometimes she needs to vent about anything and everything. The only relief she finds is by writing it down. So this is her life. This is her diary. It's not formatted like an actual book and it has IM language as well as emojis because this is my life. This is basically a "story" of my senior year. It's messy and unorganized just like my life. Don't hate this is actually what happens/ had happened to me. I changed names and took out some parts but everything is very real. *this has NOT been edited! Read at your own risk*

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