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Meet X…The E-true Not So Hollywood Story

Ok, so…here I go, Mi name is X, I’m no longer a teenager, now I’m a labeled as ayoung adult.Some of you might wonder why a couple of hours ago I decided to spit my story and leta bunch of strangers (no offense intended) read it. Long story short, last week I wentover to Dr. Zea´s clinic and he told me that I needed to express myself and let things go;I needed to approach people and let them know me instead of hiding in my usualsarcastic-ironic-self.Indeed, you could think I’m cheating on my psychiatrist (Did I mention that’s what Dr.Zea does for a living?...well, yeah, he treats loons like me and tries to turn them intofunctional citizens) due to the fact that instead of letting actual people (again guys, nooffense intended) TALK to me I’m just hiding behind a screen letting my guts out, butcut me some slack I haven’t really trusted anyone in a very, very, very loooooong timeso it takes time, baby steps, you know all that stuff…Ok, so now you know the motives hidden behind this innocent blog, but I bet you arewondering in what kind of mess I got that led me to a shrink, who led me to thisunorthodox way of expressing my anonymous-self, and let me tell you, it all begunOctober 21

of last year.It was one of those days in which you just know you should not leave bed, your bodycraves the mattress and your skin becomes one with the sheets, you have this internmonologue in which your proactive-self is debating your lazy-self whether you shouldstay in bed for another five minutes or not. I mean, really, even my bones refused tomove. For some strange reason I hadn’t slept the night before, in fact I hadn’t have agood night sleep in months so I was exhausted and apparently that was the day my bodydecided it was time to collect the bill for the sleepless nights, infinite amounts of caffeine, and brain bullying (brain-bullies actually exist and I´m a proud member since pretty much the day I was born)Against my desires, I got up, took a shower, got dressed, got some cheerios for breakfastand left for the office. For the record, I´m a working student, that means I go to schoolat night (or at least used to) and work during the day. For obvious reasons, I can’t tellyou my name, last name or even the name of the company I work for, what I can tellyou is that I work at a family business and I’m my mom’s assistant, which basicallytranslates to being a sad excuse for a secretary and turning into an errands girl most of the time.A couple years ago, I used to be a full-time student, but I had a tiny bit of an attitude problem, come to think of it I still have. I used to go to one of the top Universities in thecity, but I screwed up. I had this really difficult test of one really important class and Ispent almost two weeks studying ´til my eyelashes fell...not.Well, the thing is that this big test was oral, so obviously I was nervous. The day before,I was heading home after class when one of my too-many aunts called, my cousin hadan awful accident and was in the hospital, he almost died, of course, that night all I

could think about was poor Mike and his swollen face, sure it was his fault you justdon’t drink and drive (on a Wednesday morning!!!), but still…he’s family, probably thefamily’s moron, but still family.Well, I overslept and almost left the house in my pj´s, got to the classroom where wewere being separated in groups for the test and waited almost 45 minutes for my turn,finally they called my name, I cursed under my breath (not very lady-like, but reallyhelps me to deal with stressing situations) and got in. It was a slaughter…I picked upthree pieces of paper that held the questions I had to answer, one and two were prettymuch a piece of cake, but turns out that number three was exactly the part of the book you said “Screw it, I already know this”, so they pretty much beheaded me.When I left the classroom I was shaking, when I got to my car, the shaking wasaccompanied with sobs, when I got home Noah’s arc was floating in my bedroom…Ispent two weeks studying, two weeks trying to prove myself I wasn’t any of the thingsmy mom claimed I was (yeah, such a cliché I don’t get along with my parents) and thereI screwed up AGAIN.I was so upset the next day, that I went to talk to the professor and begged him to giveme another chance, he knew I had problems with his class and he was aware of howmuch I really put into it, but still he didn’t care…he just said that maybe I should think twice before applying to law school, ´cause maybe that just wasn’t the way to go for a“free-spirited” girl like me (what the hell´s that supposed to mean!?)…so there you go,the little self-esteem I had left after Noah took his animals with him died in the spot. Hewas like the cool professor, the one that believed in you, the one that told you not to behave like an ass just because everyone said you were, and he crushed my hopes with acouple of sentences so f him…After all that mess, I got really angry, for once I really tried, really hoped, really madean effort and for what!? No one cared, no one recognized the fact that I almost burnt my brain, they didn’t believe me when I said I was going to the library to study (they probably thought I left with one of my friends to bum around), they even thought my pale face was due to my staying up late reading non-sense, fighting the system andcursing intolerant people. I gave up, told everyone to f themselves and to leave mealone, decided to change to another University and began to work, of course, my momreally freaked ´cause she paid a lot of money to get me in there and I was just throwingit away as usual…Well, enough of the happy memories, I got into another University and began to work since I was mad at my parents and didn’t want to keep depending so much in them(stupid, I know! My mom pays me so it’s still her money…but at the time it reallyseemed like a good idea).I got a wee bit carried away, so back to October 21

, I was working really hard andthinking about the sudden turn my life had taken in so little time, but I wasn´t regrettingmy decision, the thing about me is that when it comes to making a decision the difficult part is making up my mind, then I just follow through and I don´t look back.Well, like I said, I was working really hard (playing solitaire for three hours straight canreally improve your logic skills…not) when suddenly I felt this sharp, breath-taking

pain in my chest. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out so I just stood upand stumbled my way to my mom’s office.My mom is the clear example of a workaholic, when I got there she was on the phone,of course, her cell phone was ringing, her secretary was waiting for her signature, andthere was the annoying little sound announcing the tons of reminders and e-mails shehad to read. After at least 15 minutes she finally looked at me and said “Hey baby, whyaren’t you working?” and I just said “Gee mom! I think I might have a heart attack, I’mdizzy, can’t breath and my chest hurts real bad, but you know what? Customers firstright!?” when I finished the sentence and tried to walk away…it all turned black.When I woke up I thought I was in heaven, everything was white and there was thecutest looking guy checking me out (ok, checking my vital signs is more like it…butstill, the guy was super cute), but then it just hit me, the pain was unbearable; I tried tosit and the room was moving all around me, the guy said “hey, you’re awake. How areyou feeling” I Just said “Ehm…dude, I passed out, how do you think I’m feeling?” helaughed and helped me lie down. My mom and my dad were sitting beside the bed, probably relieved that I could still manage a sharp response in spite of my state.I had several doctors and nurses around me, I was really annoyed, I hate people takingcare of me. I grew up pretty much alone, my parents were to busy to worry why their seven-year-old was reading Anne Rice, Kafka and Poe instead of watching some Disneycrap.I had so many extra curricular activities like, French, Karate, German, Piano lessons,you name it…of course I quit all of them by the time I was a preteen, but still no kidshould go through that and don’t even know how to ride a bike, which by the way I stilldon’t.The cute doctor left me in observation, I spent three days with my breasts bouncingfrom one place to the other, and I still can’t believe all those tests required the lack of bra…but they were heart test so I guess it makes a little bit of sense.I was pretty much done by the third day. My parents, of course, just visited me for oneor two hours and spent at least 45 minutes on business calls…hell! My mom’s secretaryeven called to my room’s phone because her mobile was out of bat. How lame is that!!!I was soooo bored and depressed that I just cried, once the first traitor tear fell of myeyes a whole battalion followed and I couldn’t control myself, my mom came to pick me up and was truly worried, she even took me and my brother to a fancy restaurant tocheer me up, I couldn’t eat, the sobs wouldn’t stop. That they hell broke loose inside of me.Weeks went by and I only got worse, I’ve always been strong, I’ve always taken care of myself, I’ve always fought against the odds…and yet there I was, Iron girl was rustingand there was nothing she could do.

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