i am unhappy....do you know why????

i found my self asking this question lots of times.....i go crazy thinking about this

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The begin.

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I was born in 1750,in France in a château my mom was Madeline du Lioncurt,first wife of French Marquis of d'Auvergne ,she died giving birth to me,my father sent me to italy until 1754 in my fourth birthday he called me to meet his new wife,Gabriella,a beautiful woman,bohemian but inteligent,she knew many things,i didn't like her,and it was mutual. she had four girls,named them;Kiarah,Isabella and Paola and then she had one boy,named him Antoine,afterwords she did not want to have more babies,but my father demand a new son,she had two,Bernard and Isadora,Isadora was strong,survived,but not Bernard,he was fragile,died with six months old,in his sleep,then she had Lestat,it was the year of 1760,i was ten years old,and my sisters Kiarah and Isabella that had sixteen years old got married with François de Lion and and Pierre du Pontiac,they went to live to Lion and Paola choose to dedicate her life to God and join the Sacred Heart sisterhood.it was the year of 1770 i was twenty year...
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