My name is Grace. I have always, tripped, fell and faced death about 45 times. I surprisingly don't care. I guess it's because it's been happening to me so much that nothing really hit me that hard.
Surprisingly, I am not that goth, emo, suicidal girl you all might think of me to be. I am actually this fun-type girl who loves kittens, rainbows and all those stuff you all call gay.
So what is up? Oh. Right. This is a diary. You can't reply.
This is pretty annoying. I wish that my hand won't stop writing. That wish won't probably come true. I am an unlucky girl after all.
Anyways, I am sleeping right now. Oh my gosh! My dream is awesome! With all the intense stuff like guns, romance, action and stuff!
So if this somehow becomes a book, and if you all are reading this, then you have to be careful what you wish for, because it might just come true. Oh, it's morning!
Ok... what just happened? I just wrote in my sleep. Stop writing! Stop writing!!! STOP WRITING!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!! STOP IT!!!!!!!!! I SAID STOP!!!!!
She died with her hand still writing.
