My life is simple enough and if you really want to learn what a real teenage girl does (a decent one) than read as you please.
She thinks her life is as good as it can get, but thats only her opinion. Whats yours?
Junior year was going pretty well. I was having so much fun till the start of second semester. Now instead of this life I had planned for myself. I was sitting in a hospital room staring out a window, with who knows what kind of toxins being pumped into my body to save me. People walked out on me. People walked into my life. But this journal, this is the place where I lay everything on the line. This is the one place in my life where there is still privacy.
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