Life in Simplest Terms.

Life in Simplest Terms.

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January 14 , 1993 Dear diary , How can i put this in simplest terms ? I'm kind of a weirdo . Ha That sounded ex-termly bad in my head. but I'm not one of those creepy kinds of weirdos you know the ones that collect hair and stuff. I'm weird in my own kind of way. I just go about life and kind of float around don't stand out , don't stand in , etc. Don't worry those wont be one of those emotional diaries where i only share bad days and suicide thoughts. which i don't have so much anymore. You know lifes funny . you get sad , you get mad , you hate yourself , you love your self. etc and this all happens in a life time day to day. some days you wanna cry . Some you wanna party. Have you ever felt the earge to just do drugs , drink and wake up in someones house you don't know. I've never done any of that stuff. and id like to do it just once before i leave this earth. Anyways my name Marina Stray.
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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