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Thursday, April 7, 2011
Nobody understands me anymore. Nobody I really know anyways. My life has been corrupted, and I can't find a way back to the light. It's like finding myself meant losing everyone else. I don't like who I was, I hate who I was, but now, I've lost everyone. Nobody likes who I am now, but this is me. I'm done being a people pleaser. I'm doing what I need to do for myself, for me. Nobody will stop me from this.Labels: personal
Meet the author;
Name: Elliot
Age: 17
Bio: Writing, reading, and photography.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Harry Potter,
True Blood, and Disney.
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