Yo.
My name is Samara Pazz. I am 16 years old and this is my diary.
I am writing this to take out my frustration, my guilt, my sadness, my ego, my perception, my confusion and my pain; actually not only mine, but of everyone surrounding my life or making decisions for me.
My life is going deeper and deeper a damn mess like quicksand and sadly I have no control on it. Honestly, it seems like drama follows me like my shadow
Okay so let’s start this introduction again.
My name is Samara Pazz, an ideal daughter, straight A student, naive, sincere, trustable and full of smiles.
Correction: I was.
Since ‘was’ is not ‘is’, I am not that girl anymore. I have changed hell lot in these few years. I have always been a goody-two-shoe and socially awkward. I don’t quite remember how I became such a sly bitch and a brat.
I was a wallflower.
But I am what I am today only because of one person; that one person, who is my world. Without whom I cannot even think of my existence. My Bruno; Bruno Uber.
All my life I have waited for that one. And when I found him, I realized that he is the one thing in life I can never have.
My mom had abandoned him. And no matter how much I would try to change her mind, she wouldn’t ever be of the same mind to it.
And yet I loved him more and more and more.
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My Life My Diary
Non-FictionI can't handle things anymore, the world seems as if it's crumbling down and it's all my fault. I feel worthless and useless. I don't know how to smile or laugh anymore, it feels like happiness isn't a real thing anymore. And to take out this frust...
