Spring wishes

Chapter 1

1st of January

Dear diary ,

Today is the first day of this year . Hope it won't be as stupid as last year. Well , let me introduce myself. My name is Clover Hamphrinton and i live in Timisoara. I really hate the life in here. I feel like i'm living in Narnia. Nobody knows where the fuck Romania is , nobody knows who lives in here. Even if you google ,, Romania " , you find lots of pictures with singers , especially Antonia. Yes , she is gorgeous , but man , there's a stupid castle. There are lots of castels. Anyway , i don't like my country ... AT ALL. My city is ... Pretty big . I don't have that many friends , but i know they're right here for me . Ready to help me , instead of bringing me down. Now , let's talk about me and my family... The real me. Well , my mother is romanian and her name is Angela. I can say that she's annoying. She finds everytime a reason to reprimand me. Some key words for her would be : annoying , over protective , unpleased . My dad is british. His name is George. He's over protective too , but he's by my side. I can say i'm daddy's girl. I love him a lot. I would give my life for him ... I mean, he was , he is and he will always be my man. Now , some things about me , but i won't say all i feel. This diary could arrive in my mom's hands , and then i'll be punished for about ... 1 plus 2... Umm.. ALL MY LIFE ! Well , as i said , i don't have lots of friends . Because of this i started being bipolar and cutting. Being bipolar means to be able to change your mood in a short time. Three months ago , i saw a pencil sharpener on my desk and i put it in my pocket. I saw a GIF (a picture which is moving.. I'm not good at explanations) on Tumblr when a girl took scrissors and basically ,,killed" the sharpener. She took the blade and then she statting to self-harm. That day i started to self-harm too. At school , my colleagues asked me why do i have scars on my hands and legs , but i told them it was the cat... And they believed me. HOW CAN YOU BELIEVE ME ? This is silly. And now , look at me . A seventeen-year-old girl , spending her life on internet. I also tried to commit a suicide , but my brother came to my room and destroyed my death... . One day , i found a band which basically saved my whole life. I was spending days and hours to know everything about them . To hear all the new news. To get tickets at their concerts , but no chance. Now , i'm staying all day , tweeting them , trying to make them notice me . Their name is , shortly , ONE DIRECTION. They mean a lot to me , and they saved me , with their music. They made me feel beautiful for a few seconds . They know what a girl wants to hear . They heal my scars and my wounds. Now , i am going to have dinner. Another meal when i will eat stupid broccolli or any other green ... Things.