Well... So I decided to make a diary... It´s not really the first time that i decide to make such a stupid use of time... but.. why don´t try?
To start, lets tell all you people that i´m from Ukraine (No, it´s not a part of Russia :p). I´m 17 years old and I´m some kind of crazy or something.. oh, and I still do not understand myself.
Well.. let´s start of the beginning... My childhood was very happy. I used to have excellent grades, I had two cousins, grandparents, parents, friend, some animals... everything a child would ever want (of course I mean the children of the past, because the children nowadays just want i pods, TV, computer games... just electronic... its very sad in my opinion). As I was saying, I had all that but my parents wanted more, so they moved to Portugal, and as was only 5 years old, I couldn´t say that I wanted to stay (It wouldn´t matter nobody anyway).
And thats why I´m now in Portugal...
I moved from to school to school every 3 years.. always because of different causes, but in any school I was the girl that couldn´t fit anyway.. I was always the strange fat girl... Year after year I heard all that stuff.. As I changed schools, I made new friends (usually 2 or 3), and just thought: When will this shit finish???
And so it did finish.. almost... at 15 years old I changed school again... And.. surprise!!! there was nobody calling me fat and so on. It made me so happy... But then the other part.. me being strange was still on.
I would not say I was really strange... I simply was´t that false type of girls that smile to everyone, and try to look like an angle in the yes of everyone... I simply couldn´t pretend to be somebody like that... I was the girl that you could tell any secret, but I didn´t go out very much.. didn´t have with who...
At the 11 grade many thing changed.. to start, a very good friend of mine, Anastacia, started to go to the same school that I did, I had I friend that was a boy (I have some difficulties to speak to a boy...), but I still didn´t have my first kiss...
But I was already happier... I knew I had friend to support me anytime I would even need. So I started to me more oppened to people, and it did hurt a lot because many of them just hurted me.. but I still got up of my knees, because no one cares about you if you´re depressed. They just make it look like they care, but in they´re head´s it sounds more like.. when will be the best opportunity to get the fuck out of here???
Sooooooo... I guess the apresentation is over xD
To start, lets tell all you people that i´m from Ukraine (No, it´s not a part of Russia :p). I´m 17 years old and I´m some kind of crazy or something.. oh, and I still do not understand myself.
Well.. let´s start of the beginning... My childhood was very happy. I used to have excellent grades, I had two cousins, grandparents, parents, friend, some animals... everything a child would ever want (of course I mean the children of the past, because the children nowadays just want i pods, TV, computer games... just electronic... its very sad in my opinion). As I was saying, I had all that but my parents wanted more, so they moved to Portugal, and as was only 5 years old, I couldn´t say that I wanted to stay (It wouldn´t matter nobody anyway).
And thats why I´m now in Portugal...
I moved from to school to school every 3 years.. always because of different causes, but in any school I was the girl that couldn´t fit anyway.. I was always the strange fat girl... Year after year I heard all that stuff.. As I changed schools, I made new friends (usually 2 or 3), and just thought: When will this shit finish???
And so it did finish.. almost... at 15 years old I changed school again... And.. surprise!!! there was nobody calling me fat and so on. It made me so happy... But then the other part.. me being strange was still on.
I would not say I was really strange... I simply was´t that false type of girls that smile to everyone, and try to look like an angle in the yes of everyone... I simply couldn´t pretend to be somebody like that... I was the girl that you could tell any secret, but I didn´t go out very much.. didn´t have with who...
At the 11 grade many thing changed.. to start, a very good friend of mine, Anastacia, started to go to the same school that I did, I had I friend that was a boy (I have some difficulties to speak to a boy...), but I still didn´t have my first kiss...
But I was already happier... I knew I had friend to support me anytime I would even need. So I started to me more oppened to people, and it did hurt a lot because many of them just hurted me.. but I still got up of my knees, because no one cares about you if you´re depressed. They just make it look like they care, but in they´re head´s it sounds more like.. when will be the best opportunity to get the fuck out of here???
Sooooooo... I guess the apresentation is over xD
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