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Your Story, Our Help

Your Story, Our Help

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Apr 5, 2016
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In this book we will let everyone and anyone PM ((Private Message)) us their problems and or stories and we will post them (Anonymously if you don't want your problems revealed) and tell you our opinion, and how we would go about solving this problem. If you allow us to tell your problem and ways to solve it, those who are too shy to tell us, can get help from each thing they relate to. We are not professionals. Our suggestions are merely suggestions, you are not forced to do anything mentioned. Your Story, Our Help.
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My life used to be pretty boring. Everything was average. Normal family, normal looks, normal house, normal job, normal life. The only non-boring aspect of my life was my best friend which was only because she always managed to mess it up somehow. I didn't really mind much because it kept things interesting. That is until she disappeared leaving me to care for her fatherless child with nothing more than a few hundred pounds and a sorry note. She did ruin my old life. She ruined everything that I'd actually cared for. My parents hated the fact that I was 'throwing my life away' for a child that wasn't mine. Not to mention illegally. I dyed my hair blue in rebellion. My own way of saying "F*CK YOU!" ...They kicked me out shortly after. I couldn't find a decent job in the area and the rumors became so vicious that I just left and never looked back. Old life: Destroyed, unraveled, completely gone. Let's see how long my new life lasts shall we?

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