Well this is the story of my life so far. Im young, and I still have a lot to learn, im often known as the girl with a golden heart beacuse I always help others no matter what even if it means i get nothing in return,. I really think i dont deserve it, many things have happend in my life that it almost seems as a T.V. show, with drama, danger, love, adventure, mysteries and so much more. I mean how many of us have wished to be the the star of the program because we want our lives to go exactly as its going on the show, to be saved by a Knight or to be the brave knight. Through our tough lives that we all share, we all make the same question : Why dont you help my god?, Why do i need to suffer like this?, I have finally understood that god does this all to us, so that we can all be stronger, then there comes the next question: Is it worth it to suffer so I can merely become stronger?, Isnt there another way? Why all this pain and suffering?, i have also understood that the answer to that question is: we suffer so much because God knows were strong enough to surpass it and to solve enything he puts in our way.
Before I begin to tell my story that ive lived so far i want to make sure that you all know, that the reason i write isnt to be remembered, or become famous, i write so i can keep moving forword and come out of the holl I have fell in, and doing this I also hope to be able to touch your hearts and know enything is possible.
I was born in Westcobina California on the 15 of January, since then I lived in seven different cities in ten years. The last place I lived in the U.S.A is a little town called LAKE PARIS, it was small but left a great meaning in my heart. When i lived here i was a spoiled brat that would talk back to my mom, I couldnt care less for school and I was the bully of the school and all id care for is boys. After two years living there my mom, brother and I took a flight to Mexico because my parents dont have papers and there both mexicans, my dad is preety smart and said that the U.S.A, was going to get bad, so my parents took the decision on moving to Mexico, they asked my brothers and my opinion saying yes but not knowing the consecuenses to that decision.
We arrive to Mexico. At first we stayed in the care of my parents friends but after 3 days we rented a house they had for us. The house was preety messed up, and on the first night we slept on the floor with blankets. The next day we received our furniture and things. After a week we had things kinda fixed in the house, we were just waiting for my dad to arrive who came in a Exploier (a car), accompanied by our dog max, they arrived in a week (5 days) crossing the entire border, and the half of mexico to our house. We went to a school nearby, and as i was still my sturburn self, i tried to take over that school as i did in the others, but to my surprise, the didnt let themselves and fought back. I ended up loosing considering the fact that i didnt know how things worked in this side. Well, the punishment, the whole school was the bully and I the suspect, they would call me names, hit me, and at times I didnt exisit. The first year I let it pass because i had finally tasted my own medicine and i didnt want to be that person enymore, i simply opened my eyes and saw how much pain i had caused and decided to be myself without fear. After that year past, I starded the second year with hopes that they could forgive me and we could all be friends. I soon find out that they did not bug me enymore because of punishment but because of pleasure. That year was the begining of my trama and an unforgettable sadnness. I would come home crying, with bruises and scars on my body and mind. One day i went to the store and met a boy who was working there. I had accidently bumbed into him and helped him clean up. We talked, laughed and had a good time. When i said goodbye, i had noticed I had been laughing, something that i missed. Day after day i would go to the store with the hopes of seeing him and talk, he was my hope and strength to go to school, after a while he was my friend, but to later find out that his life had been of much more pain and suffering.
The next time I blog, i will tell how the story goes with this new friend, he was my beginig to my hapines and deep sadness i feel now.
Before I begin to tell my story that ive lived so far i want to make sure that you all know, that the reason i write isnt to be remembered, or become famous, i write so i can keep moving forword and come out of the holl I have fell in, and doing this I also hope to be able to touch your hearts and know enything is possible.
I was born in Westcobina California on the 15 of January, since then I lived in seven different cities in ten years. The last place I lived in the U.S.A is a little town called LAKE PARIS, it was small but left a great meaning in my heart. When i lived here i was a spoiled brat that would talk back to my mom, I couldnt care less for school and I was the bully of the school and all id care for is boys. After two years living there my mom, brother and I took a flight to Mexico because my parents dont have papers and there both mexicans, my dad is preety smart and said that the U.S.A, was going to get bad, so my parents took the decision on moving to Mexico, they asked my brothers and my opinion saying yes but not knowing the consecuenses to that decision.
We arrive to Mexico. At first we stayed in the care of my parents friends but after 3 days we rented a house they had for us. The house was preety messed up, and on the first night we slept on the floor with blankets. The next day we received our furniture and things. After a week we had things kinda fixed in the house, we were just waiting for my dad to arrive who came in a Exploier (a car), accompanied by our dog max, they arrived in a week (5 days) crossing the entire border, and the half of mexico to our house. We went to a school nearby, and as i was still my sturburn self, i tried to take over that school as i did in the others, but to my surprise, the didnt let themselves and fought back. I ended up loosing considering the fact that i didnt know how things worked in this side. Well, the punishment, the whole school was the bully and I the suspect, they would call me names, hit me, and at times I didnt exisit. The first year I let it pass because i had finally tasted my own medicine and i didnt want to be that person enymore, i simply opened my eyes and saw how much pain i had caused and decided to be myself without fear. After that year past, I starded the second year with hopes that they could forgive me and we could all be friends. I soon find out that they did not bug me enymore because of punishment but because of pleasure. That year was the begining of my trama and an unforgettable sadnness. I would come home crying, with bruises and scars on my body and mind. One day i went to the store and met a boy who was working there. I had accidently bumbed into him and helped him clean up. We talked, laughed and had a good time. When i said goodbye, i had noticed I had been laughing, something that i missed. Day after day i would go to the store with the hopes of seeing him and talk, he was my hope and strength to go to school, after a while he was my friend, but to later find out that his life had been of much more pain and suffering.
The next time I blog, i will tell how the story goes with this new friend, he was my beginig to my hapines and deep sadness i feel now.
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