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If any of you guys still even read my stuff, can I get some feedback?

I'm trying to improve on my writing on stories but I haven't any feedback about it.

These two are the ones I want a little feedback on

Broken AngelI’m not sure when I first realized I was broken or different. Maybe it was when the voices in my head started talking to me more than usual. Or maybe when I started to realize my feelings for my best friend, Annie, was much more than a friend. Either way, it wasn’t normal. At least for my family. I once talked to my mom about my feelings for Annie and the voices and that’s the worst mistake I’ve ever made. She thought I was possessed by the devil and that it was wrong to have feelings for Annie. She forced me to get help or she would kick me out. I did get “help”. The help was me being forced to talk to our Preacher. I made him... Meow The room is silent as I look for my pencil sharpener. No one’s home, it’s just me and the pets. Dad’s at a friend’s house, mom’s at work, and Chris is at a friend’s house as well. I love these nights, the nights where I can get the house to myself for awhile. Anyway, I found my pencil sharpener. I sit on my bed as I get lost in my thoughts once again. It’s been taken apart like it has been for awhile. it hasn’t been used in roughly a month though. Hard to believe I’ve been clean for a month from self-harm. I shouldn’t relapse, people would be upset if I did. Maybe I’ll be able to hide it better this tim...