So I don’t know how to start a book but I want to start!

I know what to write but I don’t know how to

start.wtf? So in this is a book in which I’m gonna be completely honest(which I haven’t been to anyone
because of my insecurities and the fear of getting judged).I know this book wouldn’t judge me and I can
write down all the shit happening with me without the fear of getting judged. Another reason to write
this is because I don’t have anything more interesting to do. Maybe in the future I would give some
people to read this shit and I know most people would find this not interesting and creepy. I don’t
fucking care.Maybe at some time you would have nothing interesting to do like me at that time you
would think of reading this, which I don’t mind at all.Just don’t tell me that on my face,please.right now
I’m so messed up and don’t know what’s going on with me.Like I know something is going on but don’t
know what.errrrrr.There would be a lot of grammatical mistakes and I am not gonna recheck what I am
writing and cringe at myself so put your voculblary in your….nevermind.I am just doing this because I
think it’s fascinating and don’t know.First of all I’m not a writer so you can’t expect some great writings
from me, So don’t cringe yourselves while reading this.I am just writing yjis to relieve some anxiety of
being lonely. People tell that writing increases your voculblary and creativity, So why not? It also
improves your handwriting but I am too lazy for writing it in a real notebook.But this isn’t cool too cause
I can’t use emojis. Dude, emojis are lovee. Like you don”t have to write fucking long paragraphs that you
are upset of someone rather than just send a fake smile emoji(which is my personal favoriate). And
when you don’t know what to reply just send a random emoji.Emojis are a lifesaver!

So till now I’m going completely off topic and this is not I wanted to write but who cares. I am just
writing random shit . So basically I am going to write down about my encounters with snakes and fake
peoples cause at this time I don’t have anyone to share my feelings and share wtf is happening with hi
though I am the one with whom people like to share their shit but I don’t like to share my things with
anyone.Like I don’t want everyone’s sympathy, yeah but I need someones badly. Leave. I don’t know in
what I’m going to write ahead but I need something to calm my anxiety and this is doing that pretty well.
I don’t even know why I am doing this.

I always wanted to write a book myself and I’v also written two books. One I had written in my school
during free lectures with my friends, that was much fun. It was a story book about some friends taking
upon challenges and saving the city. Ya ik its cringe but at that time I was in around seventh grade. You
can’t expect a journal on rocket science by a kid at that time. But eventually I teared it down and I don’t
remember why the fuck did I do that. Another was a year or two and it was much cringe than the
previous one. I know it’s ironic. That was a kinda diary or you can say it was dedicated to a girl. Yes my
ex. Stupid I know. But eventually I ended up throwing that it in a dusbin. So now lets talk about her
story but first a funny and true story about myself. Dude everything I write here is gonna be true.
Around in sixth or seventh standard I had a crush on someone. Don’t know everybody started having a
crush around that time but leave that. So she was my first crush and she deserves to be written here.
Not mentioning her name right now. So we were good friends and maybe if I had asked her out she
would have said yes but not that easy for me. So I was scared of getting rejected and had a fear of losing
the friendship with her so I didn’t asked her out and eventually couldn’t get along with her. And the
funny part was later one of my friend asked her out and she said yes. And she told me to tell him things
when they fought and she didn’t wanted to talk with her. I didn’t have a crush on her anymore but that
was funny and somewhat sed. Like fixing things of a girl whom you liked with your friend.Yeah I kinda
regret of not asking before, But now I am happy that I didn’t. So yeah.

I was a normal kid, a backbencher, having fun with friends, roaming around the school. None of my
friends were in a relationship at that time which was pretty cool. But then the things changed and they
changed drastically. That hitting of addolesence and that attraction shit hit everyone hard. We knew a
lot of things that children of our age shouldn’t know and I don’t know that’s a good or a bad thing, but
yeah. So the girlfriend-boyfriend thing started and gradually most of my friends started seeing girls and
here the shit started. I really was not much interested in this and avoided this but yeah got attracted to
some. I eventually started losing some of my good friends by the time and I don’t know why. But I was
never sad at that time cause I had so many good people around me . Depression, stress ,sadness were
just not our thing. We were good in our small circle , with yes female friends but no love shit. Like we
wouldn’t believe how could someone be depressed or sed, what can be that bad. Then gradually I came
to know about things like rejection, betrayal, one-sided love, etc. dude it was really bad. Everything
changed. For a duration, Like really I was without any friends. I don’t remember why but that was the
first time I felt alone and left out. At that time things changed , for some it was literally broes before
hoes. It didn’t took me a long time to get along with my friends back but that was the first time I
reaalised what sadness and loneliness felt like. Then eventually everyone got betrayed or cheated

Including me , yeah me too. I’l tell that story ahead. So after mostly each one of us getting betrayed we
were back to our raw form of fuck this shit. But this time there was just a small difference this time, We
had some good memories with some trash people and it was hard for some tbh me to move on.
Honestly I just feel as a different person now.

So this is the story of the girl who played me and she played in the best fucking way possible. So there
was a house besides mine where her family moved in. At first I really didn’t have any thoughts of like
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