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I used to be an 11 year old girl, who would get on here occasionally only to write fan fiction novels and stories of Justin Bieber. The 11 year old girl who dreamed every night to become the enthusiastic and morally amazing writer she thought she was. She believed in things only little girls would dream of these days. She wanted to be a writer, a singer/song writer. The dreams little girls want. This 11 year old girl used to dance to her Taylor Swift CD's in the living room where she was always home alone in. She would sing to herself, believing she was the best in the world. That no one could overcome her. No one could tell her otherwise. This 11 year old girl used to believe in herself, set plans and goals for her future.
This 11 year old girl grew up to be a beautiful 14 year old girl, turning 15 in 3 months. She quit this site, a little after turning 12. She looks deeply back, watching her past as if it were a stupid made up movie for kids. She has lost her unique passion of writing. She has lost her ability to look at herself and think she had an amazing talent, and continue to see she never has. She found this boy, a boy who fixed her together after feeling like life had been crumpled up and thrown away, like her last history report gone wrong. This young girl, at 13, had suddenly been introduced to reality. Scars and whimpers can and will tell her last story. Not that she would ever have the words slip out of her mouth though, maybe on paper. She can tell you what's wrong with the world with a quick and short sentence.
This 14 year old girl has been fixed after being broken so many times. Being torn into small and thin sheets of loose leaf paper. Perhaps college ruled.
Her mind still races about the world and about what may come next. Her world may collaspe once again one day. This 14 year old girl is still a stranger to the world, as she always will be. But, she doesn't honestly care. She has one person. And that's all you'll ever need.