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The New Beginning

The New Beginning

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Dec 10, 2015
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My name is Holly, I am 15 and right now, my life is shit. I just hope it will get better, and soon. I mean right now just on it's own, my sister is anorexic and her boyfriend, well lets just say he is not help with anything. As for me, everything I do just turns to crap. I thought my life was going fine and I could have a year without drama, crying, or losing someone I care about, luckily the last one has not happened, yet. Last year was about the same. Maybe I can only be happy for a short amount of time. Maybe it is always going to be like this. But I don't want it to be like this. I want to be able to go a week without wanting to just cry. I wish I could have someone to go to at times like these and know that they can make me forget about everything for a bit and that I can cuddle with whenever I want and need.
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Restore- repair or renovate (a building, work of art, etc.) so as to return it to its original condition. I wish I could be restored, preferably from the time I moved to LA. I don't understand everything was so simple when I was in Texas. I had friends- not a lot, but the ones I did have, they were trustworthy and great to me. I just wish my dad didn't get the job, and my mom didn't die. I don't need your sympathy, and I certainly don't need your charity. I don't need anyone. I didn't think I could find anyone that would make me feel a little more alive then my non-talkative self. until I met Miss Lovato. The sad part is that she's my teacher, and she's 23 but we're getting close, and I'm developing feelings I don't want. Please Miss Lovato, restore me.

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