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When Kyle met Amy
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Ongoing, First published Jan 24, 2016
Mature
2010, October the 23rd.

My therapist said that I should always write down my thoughts. Well...I'm writing. I Don't know what I'm supposed to writing. My thoughts I guess. I've had 5 minor accidents in my life since I was 7. What can I say? I loved being out on the huge four wheeler farm bikes with my dad.

I suppose you could say that I'm depressed or mentally unstable, but I'm not. In my eye's I'm not sick at all. Just trying to find my way into the world. I'm 13 years old for god sakes. I still have time, right?

My mum has tried many things to help me get over my so called "sickness".

I'm not sick or crazy or anything. I'm completely normal. Like everyone else except nobody seems to worry.

This Diary is bullshit. Why am I even writing any of this? What is the point?

Kyle signing off
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*Wattpad deleted my original and i have literally no idea why. There was no smut, rasicm,eating disorders, or anything triggering in my story except violence and some mild swearing. There are so many stories on this app that actually go against the guidlines and they took mine down :( Thankfully I have the Sequal backed up on another app i use for writing and can put it back up. Im still sad howver I was working so hard to finish it. I also want to let yall be aware despite the Maturity tag theres no real spice in this story. I put the mature tag on so they didnt come for me if they thought something was to descriptive. Anyways the real description:* "Let me fucking go you asshole!" The man had an Iron grip on my arm as he lead me through the hospital doors. All the nightmares, the feelings of something wrong came at me in a flash.