My Hidden Life

My Hidden Life

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My life was pretty calm. no worries no crushes. I didn't really like anyone at my school. All the guys are where assholes that needed a life. From pervy guys to just desperate. And then I met you. I didn't think I would like anybody until the end of the year when school would drift off to summer. We met at a party a little one hosted by my friend and we didn't really talk to each other but when says past and hours progressed we started talking at least a bit on social networks and it all leads up to where I am now. I've only told few people about you because I'm scared you might find out and will think about me differently but when the time comes I can only imagine the future. And then I noticed You sir where part of my life. A part I never wanted to tell the world but I doodled in my journals. I was young and stupid but every thing happens for a reason right?You where part of My Hidden Life. ~unknown
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⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ Not for the faint of heart, I explore dark parts of my mind and unfurl them for your own enjoyment. All of these stories are true. You don't know me, and you're never going to. This is basically just a shitty diary of my life with very few details as to who I am, Don't want to scare you off. Feel free to read but I don't really care. I'm just a screwed up guy that everyone knows and nobody cares about really. If you can't tell I'll probably swear quite a bit in this so if you don't like that I'm sorry, but this really isn't a good read anyway it's just me complaining about the fact I still exist. Actually no, whilst I did start this to complain about my life, the stories are fluctuating, as I discover I am infact worthy of love, even I don't believe it at all times. I hope you enjoy my rantings. ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

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