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My Wattpad Diary 3
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Ongoing, First published Feb 03, 2017
I'm in high school now. I've realized that I don't care what other people think about my feelings, actions, or anything else. I am me. I'm slowly learning how to enjoy and love being me. I'm learning to quit obsessing over how people are gonna view me. I'm learning alot of things that are making my life experience alot better. I don't care about anyone else's opinion of this book because I never wrote it to please other people. All those years ago, i started this because 1) I was bored, and 2) I wanted a place that where I could write about my life and be able to come back to it and read it. I know me updating and writing practically stopped, but honestly it feels awful to not have this place to write about my life and the people in it and the things going on. I miss writing full detailed descriptions on certain events that happened. That was something I looked forward to no matter how frequently I came to update. Just the fact that I had somewhere I could write everything out would make me smile to the moon and back. 


What's the point of all this? I'm writing again, and I'm not gonna stop on account of other people. This is my account, my book, and most importantly my life. I can do with it whatever I please. With that said, happy reading :)
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