Friends Or Not?

Friends Or Not?

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My name is Katie Faye Edwards. I'm 19 and I live in Ireland. There's nothing much to tell about me, really. I mean, I'm just another nobody on planet Earth. Medium hight, pale skin and long wavy brown hair. That's me. I don't live a posh lifestyle and I'm not one of those girls who don't eat because they're scared of becoming fat. Something worth mentioning of me? I know Justin Bieber and Niall Horan. It's really cool, seeing your friends do what they love on TV but sometimes the paps bull is really too much. Sometimes when I skype Justin, I can see the pain in his eyes even through he tries so hard to hide it. As for Niall, everything has changed. We still had time to talk when he was on X-Factor and even when he was on the Up All Night tour. But ever since TMH, he barely called or texted. It hurts cause he's one of my best friends, but I guess he isn't feeling anything, his new lifestyle probably doesn't include normal people. I sometimes wish he never auditioned for X-Factor. I'd still have my friend. It's selfish, but hey, what would you do if you were on the brink of losing a friend?
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