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Diar Of A Girl In Love : Birth

Back to my story,
The first time i laid eyes into this beutiful world was on October 9th, 1992, in Franklin, Indiana, USA. A well known hospital : Johnson Memorial Hospital. My father was not there. he met me a while after i was born.
First person to be incontact with was Dr. Peggy, since she delivered me. Doctor.. what have you done. you shouldnt have brought me out to this world. and you defently shoudnt have handed me to my mother. I understand you were just doing your job. Its ok now that i understand.
My family is not American, and i dont think they are immegrants into America anyways. Why i was born there, is just random.
Not so long after that, my mother and i came to kuwait. I was the only child. I look at photos of my self being a kid. it seemed like all rainbows and unicorns. However I do not remember how i felt. I just remember that i was pretty creative, i had a huge imagination, and i had one of those beds that look like a car, and everynight, id lay there imagining that i had super powers, that i could fly right out of my window and go all over town. Nothing heroic , never saved a life, not even in my dreams.
I cant help not shed a tear when i remember what the future used to be, how big the world was. When we were young, it was just so different.
anyways.. gotta run now.
thank you life, i love you and i always will.

1 week no posts :(

its been a week since i made a post from my diaries.. its sad ive had a fever :(
i promise to continue my posts when i start feeling better.
i hate bein sick.

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Do you wonder? Do I raise questions in your head? How does someone get to this? I am the most genuinely happy person i know, but the journey that lead me to this, have been nothing but a serious of exquisite events.

Imagine the 90210 story, except if all the people were real, and the events were all full and unedited of a true story. This is real life, real people, real feelings, this is my life.

I have one problem though, my story doesn't end, or does it? I don't know if happy endings really exists, or maybe the happy ending is already here and i just don't know it yet.

My "90210" story starts at birth, and i will take my time to tell you how it all got to this, a girl in love with life.

Thank you life, i love you and i always will.

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I sat down and had a talk with life, it kept telling me how it will take away all my agony and how we'll live happily ever after. That day, I gave life my blind trust, and here i am, a while later, the happiest person i kno, the happiest i ever remember being.
I remember when good memories were rare moments that we keep to help us get through tougher times, but now every second is a nother memory kept for one purpose, the same purpose of a painting, the purpose is to enjoy its beauty.
There is no mistakes, life is perfect. I see people worry and cry and i ask my self "what do the worst thing they fear will happen?", do you ever ask your self that? Whats the worst that can happen? ... im giving you a few seconds to actually thing about it... found anything? Is it the end of the worls? i dont think so diary, and even if it was... so what?!
Life is more than just my lover, its my partner, my best friend, my source of strength. Am I too much of an optimist? Maby, but its working out for me, isnt it? Its making me happy, its making my life perfect. Isnt that all that matters? Isnt everything we do, we do so that we would have a good life? And isnt a good life a happy life?
Diary... As far as i am concerned, i have succeeded.
Thank you life, i love you and i always will.

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I smile when i wake up, i smile when i sleep. All my life i was tought that love is something i do with my heart, but i stand here today truely in love with a different thought about love, i stand high today knowing that love is something i do with every particle in my body, specially my head. Love being my guidance; i walk my way through my lover: life.

Im being called crazy, but the ones calling me crazy are the ones i pitty the most. Do they not see the beauty of life? Do they know of anything better than life? IMPOSSIBLE!

I cant count the envious looks i get when i talk about life the way Juilliet talked abuot Romeo. How can i be blamed for falling in this holly love story? with all that life gives you, how can you not love? shocking, i find it. Hold life by the hand and allow it to steel your agony away and turn it into butterflies and dasies.

Thank you life, i love you and i always will.