my life
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Dernière publication jeu., mai 4, 2017
When I was younger I didn't really like reading or writing. Later, when I was older, I liked to write. I wrote all my thoughts down. I felt like I couldn't tell anyone my problems, that I got bullied and that I sometimes just didn't know what to do anymore. At those points it was a relieve to write, I wrote to singers or people I looked up to or I just wrote to my mum, dad, brothers or sisters. I didn't let them read it, but it was just the thought that I could tell them everything, that made it so special to me. Sometimes I wonder how they will react if they would read it, I would never really know because I don't want to tell them what's going on in my life. It's just because I'm too scared and I just think they don't really care, I kinda know for sure because of the way they treat me. It's just that I want my family to be proud of me, but I know I'm not as good as my sisters, my brothers or anyone else and that makes me kinda sad.
Everytime I write I put my life in order and everything becomes clear.
I don't always write about my persomal life, sometimes I just write quotes down that I like from a movie or a song. I just write everything down I want remember, everything that makes me the person I am.
This is just something about my life. I will write here little stories about me or things I like.
Sorry for my English, I'm Dutch and I know I make mistakes sometimes, but I hope it won't bother you too much.
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