Hi there, old friend

Long story short...

I am Diana. I was born one day in November. I am the second daughter of two university students almost, almost newlyweds. I never knew if I was Scorpio or Sagittarius, but I'm not very esoteric either, so I really don’t mind.

My blood type is A +, and... I'm not sure why that data would be relevant to you unless... You're Japanese, or pythoness, or have some unusual fetish, or be a potential blood donor but… Now you know.

Anyway, the fact is that I was born at the same time and in the same moment as other thousands of children around the world. It was such a beautiful and common day as any other. There were no cosmic signals to announce my arrival. I was born in a nice clinic in the city, clinic of which, to be honest, I do not remember the name.
I had a modest, common, happy childhood, and I still have not done anything particularly worth mentioning here. I have lived a normal life with ups and downs and "That's all Folks!”

For me, every day is a new adventure. Small things make me happy. Like sharing with a loved one, or a good book, or making millions of dollars tax-free in the lottery, or a good song of those that make everyone dance, or a handsome boy putting sunscreen on my back, while we are lying in the sand of some exotic beach,… You know, normal.

About me, I could say that I like to read, and by extension, I also enjoy writing, and when I write, I try to make people see in me something, something that makes them feel, make them feel something, —for example sickness—. There are few of those writings. Although here, I mainly think about writing about my life.

I think, that my life sometimes looks a lot like a romantic comedy. Except that it isn't particularly funny, much less romantic. In general, is just about me alone or laughing at my own bullshit. Right now I'm doing the same, I ramble about nonsense with myself, this time in writing, and with you reading me.

I wanted to try to create something only mine that was of me, for you that you read me. Unfortunately, everything I write has a lot of him, my lover, someone, whom I'm not sure I love, loved, or just believed to love. I understand that each person is supposed to be the protagonist of their own story, but in this case, he is the protagonist of mine. In advance, I warn you that everything that will come next is not a story with a happy ending, but although it did not go well, somehow, loving him, for me, made it all worthwhile.

There's not much I can tell you about me, it's true, but... I could talk to you about him for hours...

Still, I hope you stay and listen to me, old friend!