PrincessΒ 

Most of times I dream if I was a princess. I would have a future job whatever were my grades. Better and easier life (at least for me πŸ˜€ ).

  
I am a courageous person. I tell my opinion without fears. Have no problem of having such an important job that I love. I hope if I could do something make for myself a history and value.

Being average is from the things I refuse at least most of them. Maybe destiny chose me this life, but I know that each one of us with his hard work can change it. I feel happy every time I got a high grade, good work. I love respecting myself and the others. I love to keep my biography with a lot of special work done and good words πŸ™‚

I’ve met a lot of people who suffer from stress problems and shy. In my childhood I thought that’s wired but later I thought they are right. Being stressed what makes you pass exams and study hard. Even in work life. If you want to success, you should not enjoy your life at least when you reach a good position. I hope if I could be a princess who do nothing except sharing peace, making from her city a piece of heaven on land. Doing her work perfectly and at the end of the day never stressed. You may call me crazy πŸ˜€ but believe me I think for a person like me, having lots of work like managing a city of a company can be stressful but sweet stress. But stressing for something I hate like a job that my family chose for me is a stress from hell.

I hope for all of you a better luck πŸ™‚ 

Doing what they love, having the best life ever πŸ™‚ wishing the same for me πŸ˜€ 

Welcome to the corner,

Menna xx

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Bad Weather For Me

It’s about 7 degree today. Rainy day. That’s from my favorite weathers most of times. I feel happy on those days but for the first time I feel rains as if it’s washing me from bad feelings. 

    
I felt suddenly that all the smiles that were on my face for past days were fake or not that true as always. 

Today I felt so weird. So cold.. 

I ended the day with a sad look, convening all that I am physically sick but I sick from inside, it’s my soul. 

I realized that however we say we need no one, no friends or family and we will manage the situation, is a fake feeling. It’s always a fake one, but we don’t notice. 

We really need someone to care for us, love us. We may not find this person till long. It’s love sometimes, but for me love was and is always a losing game. 

Friendship maybe?? Even this I don’t think so. Feeling most of times I am a second wheel. All have his own friends, I am always the one what people care for when the original friend isn’t here. 

I always handled it, till somedays ago. I am always trying to be funny and happy to keep my mind away. 

Somehow I started to say if I can’t find who care for me, I can care for myself. As its a BIG LIE . But have no choice. 

I started working hard for being successful at my school, on Internet, and so on. I thought that people can be second choice after my own life. After who I am. 

They used to be number #1 but now #1 is my future, my success. That’s better ! 

Diary was never my best friendΒ 

  
Hi everyone , 

Thank you all for all the love in just 2 days πŸ™‚ . I had some liked and followers that I’ve never expected to have. I started this blog to write my thoughts hoping to see who cares or even read it. Actually, I think I did it πŸ˜€ or on my way to do it πŸ™‚ 

Thank you all so much ! I love you ! 

You know, I’ve always wanted to write what’s on my mind , just like if I am cleaning it from all what makes it busy. I tried to have a small secret diary. However, I didn’t like to write everyday before going sleep because I was always tired or lazy to do it. 

When I write or talk I feel more calm and at rest. As if I was holding heavy things and I let it down. 

Unfortunately, I didn’t have who listen to me all time . Although my mum helped sometimes, my friends and many people, but as I was growing up I found that those people started to decrease. My thoughts grew up with me, finding non to understand it, or barely understand me. 

So I thought about doing it by myself. As if non can understand me, at least I do. Dad also encouraged me to do it as a way of making him remember or know the important notes as fee school payment or so on ( stuff that I didn’t even find it match me but him). So I started to translate the idea to be for me! 

I started to write a diary ( semi- diary actually πŸ˜€ ) at the age of 12. I bought a sweet agenda, with all the stickers, colorful pens. However, as it was a good idea for most of times but not always. As I started to find myself going crazy. I wanted always for a good advice at hard days and for sure the diary couldn’t. It couldn’t tell me well done at doing improvements or blame me for bad things. 

I started to need a real person. I also was in a relation ship that I heard before that relationships give type of support that I didn’t even know πŸ˜€ . A near by neigh our or family member to be always for me. It was only me. 

I started to search internet. I found really awesome people and creepy people but I found some support. Maybe not all times but at least once in time or twice πŸ™‚ 

At the end I knew that owning a diary was like dad said TO ONLY RECORD EVENTS NOT EMOTIONS. My diary became a group of resolutions , list of books,or music that I want to do through the year, ticking what I’ve did ! πŸ˜€

So that’s one of the reasons I am here. Hoping to find who always care and support personally or say well done for any good thing I do or blame me for anything bad I do even if that person don’t know me πŸ™‚ at least I am sure I will learn more πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜€ 

Remember to always keep progressing ! Learning from all the experience you pass through or people you know πŸ™‚ πŸ˜‰ 

Always welcomed to the corner , 

Menna πŸ˜‰