My Path to Destruction.
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My Path to Destruction Journal, by Julia Hemmings.
I suppose it was time for me to tell my story. I had done some things I wasn't exactly proud of. Drinking, the drugs and encouraging others to follow my lead. I lied allot too, to my friends and my parents. But now I finally have the courage to bare all. To show you my path to destruction and how i have ended up here. Where better to do it than in this new purple floral patterned journal from my councilor Sam.
This story contains, details of self harm and lies so be warned.
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This is a development from my other short story, Divorce As Told By a 14 Year old and what i have just submitted for my Creative Writing courses final submission. Give it a read and tell me what you think. BTW, this is a mere figment of my imagination. I have luckily not suffered with any of the issues that have affected Julia. So please let me know if any of you who may have, feel there is something wrong in what I have written.
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