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Personal Narrative: A Real Human Interaction
I had gained so much more free time by getting all my homework done at school. I didn't feel the need for a real human interaction. People hurt you and didn't care and I decided from then I didn't need people. So I turned to posting what I was thinking, feeling, even on occasion my secrets. It all had really begun in March of 2015, when I was alone at home and bored out of my mind that day. I started posting some anonymous posts and had texted a few people unknown to me. I really didn't know that, that was the day my life was going to change. The best thing I consider to have ever happened, happened to me. I had stopped texting people about 10 minutes in. I always grew tired of it after a certain amount of time. About 30 minutes after my post
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