As a 12-year-old girl, I used to have this little diary that I actually found in my father's closet. I scribbled into it with my sloppy handwriting, every time I thought there was something interesting going on in my life. Even if it was just me assuming that my class fellow liked me because he … Continue reading Beginning Of The Beginning →

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