I was sitting on my study table staring at the mirror across from me . Examining myself, judging, thinking... I started thinking about my life what parts were out of my hand, what parts I could have avoided, parts that make me wonder.
How could I have possibly ended up here ?
If a stranger saw me or even talked to me he would feel that i was a normal teenage girl. I bet my life that no one could ever guess what my life has been like. Then again I don't know if there are others like me?
I have always admired the people who said that their life is like an open book. I on the other hand have never told a soul about mine. I thought that those people were different from me they were not ashamed of who they were they never regretted anything. But I couldn't do it. If I were to tell people about my life would I be accepted? I don't want to carry the burden alone anymore.
So I have decided that I would write down my entire life here. Since the day I remember my life I was nothing close to normal.
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