please helpp

Ik ben begonnen aan een boek en voordat ik ver ga met schrijven wou ik graag weten wat jullie ervan vinden.. ik hoop dat jullie het een beetje leuk vinden, het is wel in het engels geschreven en ik heb dyslexie dus er kunnen redelijk wat spellingsfouten in zitten. Graag jullie eerlijke mening..

Have you ever felt like you don't belong in this world? And I mean really don't belong? Because I feel this all the time. Since I was a young girl I always felt that I was meant to do something great, something that you wouldn't see every day. The day I turned twelve, I’ve stayed up all night in the hope I would feel something. This of course didn't happen. But I never stopped believing even when I didn't felt any different after I turned 16, and then 18. In every book or tv show I watched someone who would have something special it would reveal on one of those birthdays. Now I’m 20 and I still didn't stop believing. I know I was meant to do great thing, and I know I will.

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Another day in my boring life. Every day is the same. I get up, get dressed, go downstairs, grapped a book, wait for my mom to piss me off and then we would have dinner and I go to bed. Basically the same routine I have been having for the past three months. I was an out casted, left school to early, didn't have a job or could get one because didn't had any degrees and had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. "Get out of that chair and do something with your life" My mom said that to me every day since I had to quit school. Just to some it up my life was one big mess. The reason I had to quit school was actually really stupid, just because I couldn’t concentrate didn’t mean I didn’t wanted to get my degree. After a while I found out why I couldn’t concentrate but is a different story from the one I’m telling you now.
I finally got a job after searching and searching, after having a thousand job interviews, in which they would tell me what was wrong with me and that I had to change my life. Never wanted to hear that, let alone hearing it at a job interview. But the job was really nice. I finally got out of the house, after a long time. Because I also didn’t had that much friends, so I couldn’t go anywhere and I'm not the type of person that would just go by herself. About the job, it was at the local library. I thought that there only were voluntary jobs there, but I was wrong. Now I could combine my passion and my need for money. There was this one boy who came in every week. He has something different, something about him intrigued me. But of course he didn’t see me, in any way possible. I know it sounds silly but it was true. This one day I bumped into him, he dropped his books. So instead of looking at me, he looked to the ground picked up his books and just left without even looking at me. That was the moment I decided I needed him, because well basically we all go for the thing we can’t have, and this guy was drop death gorgeous.
So that was a couple of weeks ago, I never did this before you know write everything down. I always thought that it was stupid, and that it wouldn’t last, I mean like I would be writing for a couple of days and then after that I wouldn’t be bothered to get my book and start writing. But this time it’s different, it feels different, it feels like I finally have something to tell, something to write. I have this feeling that something is going to happen soon and I don’t know if it’s going to be something great or something I should be scared off. Time will tell I think. So today I finally talked to Matt, that’s his name... He was so nice, so sweet. Let’s start at the beginning. I got up this morning to get to work, I knew that Matt would come by today. I picked out something special to wear because I had set today as the day I would finally talk to him. Getting on my bike, it was terrifying. I actually thought about calling in sick today, but I didn’t because I knew that if I didn’t do it today I would never ever have the courage to talk to him. The day went by slow, way to slow in my opinion. It was almost time, Matt was almost coming. I felt like I was about to faint when he finally walked in. Now that I’m writing this, I feel really stupid, haven’t even talked to the guy yet and I’m already about to faint. This was set to be a disaster. So he walked in, looking as good as he always did. Holding his books in front of him, he walked upstairs to pick out some books. I walked upstairs aswell searching for him, but trying not to be some kind of stalker, which I pretty much was but okay. I could see him standing there looking at the cover of the books, in the bookcase in front of him. As I walked over there I could see that he was holding one of my favorite books. I thought yes, stuff to talk about.