It was 9:00pm on a Friday's dark rainy night. A woman gave birth to a baby girl whom she decided to name Gabriela. A girl who later in life would face a lot of pain and suffering. A girl who now would be wondering about her existence in this world.
And of course, that baby girl who was born on a May 23rd of 1996, is me.
It's been nineteen years since the day I was born, and hell things have changed a lot (obviously). Through the years, I have tried to be whoever crossed my mind and/or life. I've been kind of emo, rocker, and dark crazy girl. I've also been the sweet girl, the good one, the smart, and beauty one, if you know what I mean. I have made more wrong decisions than good ones, but I think it's okay. It's okay because we always learn from our own mistakes. However, there are two types of mistakes: the ones you can fix, and the ones you cannot. I've made the second ones, but I'm actually trying to let them go and leave them in the past.
I've decided to change(again), and give myself a chance to be happy. But there is something I need to do first in order to become a new person. I need to express what I've felt like through all these years, I need to share all those stories of my life which have never been told but will set me free. As I wrote before, I'm not good at any kind of talks with people, so the only and best thing I have left is writing.
YOU ARE READING
How do you feel today?
Random"No spoken words can express my feelings and thoughts, so the only and best option I have left is writing."
