Real Life Problems

Real Life Problems

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This is a place where you can ask questions or talk about something you don't want to to your friends or family. I've been realizing that lots of people are insecure and or have issues that they really want to talk about but don't know how. I want to help because I used to do that to. I used to hold everything in and not talk about it to anyone, and let me tell you, it just makes everything worse. This is how it works: You can send me in, through message or post not comment, your question. I will answer it in the book. But don't worry, I won't put your name on the question. I will personally message you back when I posted what I had to say about your question to this book. If you have issues with your parents, family, friends, bf/gf, yourself, sibilings, teachers, school, or whatever else that you are holding in, send me a message about it. I will help as much as I can, please don't keep everything in, there are many people here to talk to.
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They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *

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