Miss YAMA's Diaries

Miss YAMA's Diaries

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WARNING: MAY CONTAIN SENSITIVE TOPICS. A collection of jazz music and beat poetries, a Lana Del Ray themed cassette playing on the background and the fresh spring breeze hits me from the balcony. I went through my books as i skipped school today. It isn't that pleasant of a time but this is the last year of school anyway, i have some left over carrots from last night, a carrot cake would be pleasant. i check for messages from him but they didn't seem to appear yet and i watched some anime. I'm 17 now and there are so many things i still have to know, the lack of a man for almost all my life doesnt put any impact on my daily life since my father had never lived with me, and the one man i love but he lives in a different state, its been 2 years since i met him. He is an artist, he said he would get back after he makes it big with his animation company and art academy ...... hmm it does not really bother me honestly, just that in the end of the day .... my heart feels empty.
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

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