I don't care what you say. Not in that "talk-to-the-hand" kind of way, but as in the "whatever-you-say-won't-change-me-back" kind of way. I am sorry to all the people that I have hurt. It wasn't intentional. It's just not the type of person I want to be anymore. I don't want to be a harmful person. I want to be this way that no one will ever understand. Not even me. I don't want to be the person I was before. Or the person I am now.
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I think this is a letter-type story. A diary-type story. The memories that I had with you are unforgettable, yet blurry. I just can't help but feel guilty at this point. I am a nothing-but-guilt kind of person. And at the same time, a jerk. And nothing changes that, unless I could time travel. Tick-tock. Go back in time. Change all my mistakes. Erase all my sins. I am a sin. Or maybe I'm not. As you can see, so far, all I do is talk about how I am a sorrowful person. How I am not forgetting about the way I have treated you. Or forgiving myself. I can never forgive myself for this. At least I don't think so. But, like most, you cannot forget the past; but only change the future. I don't want to forget my past, or change my future. I don't want to relive it, but only remember it and regret. All I do is cry because I know that I need to let it go. As one of you said. I'm sorry. I love you all, dearly. Signing off for the day--
X Enely
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What Have I Become?
Short StoryPreview Day One: 8/22/17 Hi. I am 12 years old. And my friends have turned me into a monster. Or at least that's what my grandmother told me in a long essay. This is a story based on true life. My grandmother and mother had said that I had changed...
