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Age: 18
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I stayed there much longer than I'd planned. I signed some papers and withdrew money. I'd slept in the past, and the past two summers. I'd had to pee regularly, and the smell of urine would linger on the walls and floor. I signed my name over again with my name on both my hands. The fact that I had done it made it even worse. I did it because it pleased me, even if it were only temporary. I intended to never give it up. I signed my name over again, and left. I'd slept in past summers, and the past three, and the past two winters. It had gotten very difficult. I was sick, and tired. I'd been angry with myself for sleeping here, even when I had no ulterior motive. I'd given up. I'd just got up myself. I noticed a piece of paper on the bed. It was a diary, sort of.
I liked my life, but I wasn't rich, and had no friends. It felt like a waste. I started to cry. My heart hurt. I began to cry and thought I'd never find anyone to take revenge on me. I was wrong. I had a strange feeling. I laid the diary on the bed. I hesitated. What did it mean? I'd always kept it private, but now it had become public. It was bound to a certain extent, I knew, but it was no secret. It was something new to me. It was exciting, something different. I signed my name on the diary. I wondered if it was just a name on a diary, or my name in real life. I also had a name in mind..
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She also got fucked in the bathroom, he had a better idea.
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