Starting Over
Too many things have happened since I last left you all with a real entry pertaining to the events surrounding my life.
I'm sure I could bring up something up and then have to revert back to fill the things that I forgot to mention.
So let me start somewhere. Let's begin. Because I think you should know. Even though I'm writing this entry for me and no one has begun to read this because, well, most of my readers think I've forgotten about this place. And right now... I don't want to recruit any new readers. And perhaps, I will in the future only when I get my writing back to a smoother flow.
So, Here:
My name is May Miguel. If you forgot. I made this diary the beginning of my junior year in highschool. Back then I moved from Lee's Summit, MO to St. Charles, IL. And I hated it. And that's where my story began. The story of my move and my heartbreak. And how hard it was for me to adjust. How it affected me... my family ... and a boy named Scott.
This diary is about May Miguel. It is the continuance of diary: ndslotesse. It began with the sweet age of 16 and came to a stop at the beginning of the daily trials of being 17 and invincible. It is about the views of a young asian-american woman trying to fit in a white male dominated society. It is sprinkled with opinions and perspectives about word events and ideas ...about theories and philosphies. It is ultimately influenced from the dreams of an innocent 6 year old child that dreamt about being a princess and and who loved the color yellow. I'm just some girl trying living a normal life and trying to get by; I just forget to breathe sometimes. So this diary has always been my reminder: Breathe, May, just breathe.
So this is the beginning of the start all over again.