Diana // E.V.

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I've been like hypnotize by the curly guy with his green eyes.

It is quite strange this thing they do... This way whose they take kindly a part of you and keep it for... I don't know how to explain it as a matter of fact.

At this time, I had a best friend. He has curly hair and green eyes. I never made a link with Harry and him. I always told that every single person is unique; no one should be compared to someone else.

With Paige and Sally, Peter was a part of my closest friends.

Sally continued without stopping to tell that the One Direction was the best, which they would win X Factor, and I saw her happy while me, I was unhappy of repeating mean things. Paige didn't care. My friend always had this expression of indifferent face. She was laughing silently and rarely, however, Paige got everything for her: the beauty, the intelligence.

Not a lot of kindness and respect, I got to concede, but she was my friend. And we love our friends like they are...

And I remember, the day, when Sally was crying one night. She was in front of her TV, watching the semifinal of X Factor UK.

They lost. They've been eliminate.

Looking back now, I still feel this strange little twinge on the heart. This strange feeling that I felt when Sally told us the boys were gone.

We were the three of us at the bus' stop and we were listening to our friend. Paige finally accepted the fact that Sally was a fan of this group a little strange... The truth is that I didn't know if she was really listening to Sally or on purpose.

Me, I was listening.

"Anyways, I know they'll become the best group of the world one day... Stories never end like that. No, there's always a happy end somewhere"

I tried to believe her, and then, it was like if a little star has born in me. This star stood as a wish: that Sally was right.

I never really changed. I was always this little Diana discreet but liked. Oh, liked was a big word... no one was appreciating for what I was... Myself, I didn't know what I was, who I really was. I knew that everybody was going through this hard period that was the teenage, I knew it was normal at a moment, we ask us question about life and all. But me it was different, I knew it, I felt it.

It wasn't adolescence.

It was an ill-being. I reflect well. I wanted to begin me life again, to go back in time. But there was a problem, it was impossible. Everything was already plan and it was hurting me because I knew I couldn't change anything... Yes, I could try. But I didn't do it. I haven't done it because people don't like the alteration. And if I change now, people won't like me.

Maybe it is that my ill-being: The fear of rejection, the fear to affirm, of showing who I really am under this shell. Mine is strong, I am building it and I carry it since a long time ago to let it down. It isn't only hiding me; it protects me a little too. It is a part of me. After all, I also think that if, in me, every star is a wish, I hide a constellation.

I even think that everyone hide a constellation. The world is the Milky Way... And together, our entire wish gather, we form the space.

Some wish are planets, I know it. I know that wishes are precious. I know that wishes are real, only if we believe in them, they'll happen. I tell me that we need to be courageous and believe really hard.

It was what I've done before. I believed so much in my wishes.

But I understood something important. Stars die.And my wishes too.