Lauren

Lauren

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La historia real, de una chica real, con sentimientos reales, contada por ella, para ella, aunque ella no sepa que otros pueden leer su vida. "Y cuando creí que mi vida tomaba rumbo y empezaba a cobrar sentido, nuevamente quede vacía en la nada, cuestionada por muchas preguntas casi filosóficas, no había asistido a una clase de filosofía pero estoy segura que hubiera expuesto mi caso para que fuese debatido y cuestionado por mi forma de vida. El drama no incluyen los romancen o las exageraciones de la vida, a veces es la vida misma, vista desde un punto desesperado del personaje principal, osea yo y yo experimento dramas a diarios, que hacen que mi vida se vea en tela de juicio. .si he pensado en suicidarme? -No! cuidado, no confundamos el drama con la depresión, uno puede encontrar gracia en los hechos de su vida. eso hago, río a diario de lo que me pasa. .Si estoy feliz? -Pues tengo un mejor amigo que me ha acompañado en mis aventuras durante los últimos 10 años. .El pacto? Jajaja. -me siento loca haciéndome estas preguntas solo para que vayan entrando un poco más en mi vida. porque sí, nadie me las esta haciendo, yo simulo que ustedes preguntan esto. y ni siquiera se quienes son ustedes. pero estoy segura que alguien se encarga de subir mi historia y lo hará lo más prudente, para no ser considerada loca o incluso yo ser la loca por pensar que mi vida puede estar siendo expuesta a miles de vidas más. Pero ahí va el pacto, "me casaré con Max a los 27, solo si ambos seguimos solteros a esa edad. Dudo que lo hagamos, él consigue novias fácilmente. y yo pues creo que seré dama de honor en la boda de él" Pero la vida muchas veces da sorpresas. Y yo he llevado más de una. Bienvenida a mi vida. PD: esto no es un diario, ni siquiera sé que es. pero te invito a disfrutar de ella, si algún día llega a tus manos o a tus ojos. ¿puede ser una película? Pues dale. continúa. Atte: Lauren Gallagher." MackieMz♥
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{Completed - #12 highest} I was walking on a path all alone at midnight. I was just wondering around, until I saw a guy in a hoodie. He was beating the pulp out of another guy and one more man was on the ground, he was not moving. I gasped. 'Is he dead?' Or he can be unconscious, yeah 'el' he is just unconscious not dead. Duh! Who would kill a guy? As I was proceeding with my thoughts, that hoodie guy turned his face towards me. My heart had a mini heart attack. I turned my heels to the opposite direction and started to run. 'Run Ella, run for your life' was what my mind was screaming to me. I took turns without thinking, that guy was now following me and guess what? I took a wrong turn and which ended up being a dead end ' You are so dead' I thought. So, I started to think what I said last time to the people I love. 'Good night mom, love you.' to my mom, 'Stop annoying me! I'm going to bed.' to dad which also mean I love you, 'See you later Lu, love you!' to Luana. Okay my good bye says I love them all. Now I can die in peace. Granddad I'll meet you soon in the heaven, if you are there. I was still in my deep thoughts until I saw his silhouette. As, he get closer, my heart begin to race faster. I closed my eyes, until I heard him say "Ella?" O to the M to the G, this person actually knows me. I opened my one eye and saw him due to the small light hanging in that ally "Errrrr'ick!" I squeaked and mentally face palmed myself. Even at this state I'm calling him Errr'ick. "I'm sorry your highness, what can I do for you?" I squeaked again while trembling. The next second I heard his fits of laughter. He was rolling on the floor, actually rofling. I was glaring at him but I realised that I'm not in a position to glare. So, I made puppy dog face for him to spare my little life. He stopped but after seeing my face, he started to laugh again. He tried to say between his guffaws "You..... your face .....was epiccc!" He started to gasp for air and had tears in his eyes.

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