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Ongoing, First published Mar 07, 2016
A girl who nobody never knew is alone, depressed and always sad.  This is her journal about what goes on in her mind. She writes about her life and feelings and what goes on. Every chapter will be a different writing.  Her best writing are usually really deep, romance/love, or sad. She will update everyday because these are shorter than my book. xoxo- ? 

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Info about the girl- 

Name: ? (btw- you will never find out my name) 
Favorite Color- river green 
Favorite food- popcorn 
Friends- none
Party or Quiet- Quiet

(about the girl-) I am a very shy person. No one notices me, even my crush (Jack). I get embarrassed at everything because I do everything wrong. I live with my mom but I never get to see her. Everyday since I lost my best friend, Lena(Lena gets mentioned sometimes but you never know when) it's been miserable. This is the only thing that makes me a little bit happy, I'm not saying I am 100% happy everyday. Hopefully he will find these and I will never need to share my name.
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