NO ONE TOLD ME 17 SUCKED: MEMOIR

By Yoselin A Diaz

"No One Told Me Seventeen Sucked," the author fearlessly delves into the often-unspoken realities of being seventeen years old, shedding light on the struggles and challenges that many young adults face during this tumultuous phase of life.

Through poignant and honest storytelling, the memoir explores the universal themes

• Language: English
• Publisher: Yoselin Diaz
• Release date: Jun 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088150689

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N O  O N E  T O L D  M E

1 7  S U C K E D: M E M O I R

Author: Yoselin Diaz

Copyright © 2023 Yoselin Diaz

All rights reserved.

DEDICATION

Whether you faced heartbreak, uncertainty, or the weight of unmet expectations, remember that you were never alone. I share the beautiful stories and moments of my life, encapsulating every triumph, defeat, and emotion I overcame. May my experiences serve as a reminder of self-growth and appreciation

CONTENTS

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I never imagined myself being a writer or an author, but my life in 2023 took a funny turn. This year itself was such a transformative year for me. Today I find myself sharing such a personal story to my readers. This memoir is not just any ordinary book; it is the story that inspired me to write my first book and more to come, and it is the true story of my life that I have turned into a series.

Writing this memoir showcases my raw emotions, something that made me feel a roller coaster of feelings while writing. I must research a hundred different ways to write a good memoir but instead, I let myself write, no matter if the chapters are short or long but I will not let others influence on how it should go. But this memoir is just filled with everything from my anger to sorrow and joy all in one, I write down my pure thoughts with no filter. So, with an open heart and an unwavering commitment to authenticity, I present to you my memoir—a collection of memories and chapters that weave together the tapestry of my existence.  As you turn each page of this memoir, I hope you feel the authenticity of my words and experience the emotions that drove me to write them. It was a journey of self-discovery and self-worth. and I am grateful for the opportunity to share it with you. May this book inspire you to embrace your own unique story and express yourself freely, just as I have done. Thank you for taking the time to read my story, and I hope it resonates with you in some way.

1 COSMIC MISHAP

As a child, life was completely different. My memories are in a constant blur, But one memory stands out vividly. When I was about a year and a half old, my parents decided to send me to live with my grandparents in their home country. For the next two years of my life, I lived apart from my parents and was raised by my grandparents. This separation meant that I spent a significant part of my early childhood without the presence of my mother and father.

I was formed to have such a humble life, til now I see how much the life I have here is the life I had for two years. I'm grateful for my parent's sacrifice for moving here, but I did miss them for those beginnings of my life where I just started to form a consciousness.

Furthermore, I think the sending just for me to be independent physically, and I think it did take a toll on me because for the beginning part of my life, I called my aunt my mother. After all, I didn't have a mother figure or a father figure during that time, they only visit me when they could. But eventually, I came here and after that, that's when life started to come together.

I never realized the world was so dull til the age of five years old. I think that's when I truly gain insight and real-world experience. Likewise, I swear school always has some negative attachments even as a child. And that's what happened to me, without realizing how much you can truly gain that consciousness. 

The first time I ever felt an emotion other than joy was the feeling of embarrassment. I remember it clearly. I was in kindergarten and I liked this boy. He reminded me of Zac Efron, so no wonder why I had a crush on him. My teacher put us by our last name and certain color tables, and what I liked most is that she put him and me together. I wanted to prove, or I guess throw hints, that I like him by showing him my impressive skills of leaning on my chair. I kept leaning for fun, and he kept staring but with such a doe-eye blank expression.

And I laughed and giggled, and this is why tragedy struck. Boom, I fell to the ground. To this day I laugh about it and brush it off cause what I was doing was hilarious, but I know if a five-year-old me understood and read this. She would tell me to erase it and then stay silent and run away, which is funny. But I have to understand, she is only like five and native. 

As I grew older, I never realized how much cruelty was being thrown at me during this time, especially after kindergarten and the first grade. I feel like that’s when kids my age truly knew what was right and wrong. As a child I never had a real best friend I just had acquainted or quote-on-quote friends, I never truly had a best friend til the 9th grade, but that’s a story for another chapter, but I never really took into account that all of my elementary and middle school circles and relationships I built weren’t even real, I was just there. 

Half of the time I was just bullied for my personality or appearance I was always inspired by TV show characters they always had their own identities and own cool life, I wanted to mirror that and when I did, I would get bullied, I remember clearly in 2nd grade I was obsessed with reddish pink streaks on my hair, frankly my parents were strict, so I never truly got to dye my hair til like middle school. 

But in 2nd grade, I wanted to impress this girl because she was popular, and I thought was my friend, so my parents bought me fake hair streaks and I remember it placing them in my hair, I dressed myself up in a beautiful hot pink dress and pink converse, I was excited to show off my quote on quote new look but instead of showing it off, I lied to impress her I said look at my cool hair streak, so cool right as my tone changed happily, and she then proceeded to look at me with a death stare. 

Honestly, looking back at this moment I don’t know how a seven-year-old can have such a nasty look, but that’s beside the point, she took