Yours Truly, Silent Screamer

Yours Truly, Silent Screamer

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., oct. 23, 2013
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Dear Reader, Having a stuttering disorder makes life extremely hard. Especially when unfairness constantly plagues the air. But when you find yourself inevitably becoming a victim of this plague, things turn from bad to worse. I want to scream and shout, but I can't. I want to tell everyone how wrong they are about everything. And that is why I write. Leaving notes in places for people to find. Showing them that there is more to life than money and gossip. They are trapped in a dark world full of ravenous demons and haunting memories that will pull them under if they wade too deep. And you my reader, may think you are an exception. But everyone has a secret, a regret. Yours truly, -Silent screamer
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Ana

Life as a child was amazing. Your weight didn't matter. Your clothes didn't matter. Your parents money didn't matter. All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down. Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup. Who knew a boy could change all of that? That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines. Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself? Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive. (unedited) Cover by: MadHatter_25

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