Early September of 2015, the remnants of summer still aches in our beating hearts as I am found slumped over a small laptop, creating a memoir. A project, only meant for my creative writing class as something to enjoy and to have fun. It was a chance to sharpen my skills and show the world what I am truly capable of. Bringing myself to the light as I have stated multiple times within these pages, I have understood the deeper parts of myself in this book of life. Relearning the toughest lessons, learned the hard way through bad blood, nervous sweat, and broken tears. This year has been the most influential by far, I've definitely learned the most at fifteen years old, and I have so much more to gain and lose in the future.
The twenty first chapter of this somewhat intimate memoir, bringing to life the deepest and darkest parts of my memory. At the beginning, it was all fun and games but soon turned into something more. I like to think of it as my child, raising it from when it was little into what it is now. Nurturing edits made through every tear on keyboard keys, I take solace into thinking how far I've made it. Countless hours spent cooking up new content for my readers to eagerly consume, but every second I spent, everything has been worth it.
I have no words to explain how I'm feeling right now because we all know, great things comes to an end. I can't explain how much I've learned, not only as a person but a writer. I can't explain how I'll take everything I've written and produce something greater because I wouldn't do it justice. Fully aware that I'll become an author someday, I know, but all good things come to those who wait.
Through the blood, sweat and tears I worked though, I've never been happier. And as I shut off the computer, I want anyone and everyone reading this to go outside. Just take a minute to look to the stars and cherish the people around you, the people who would do anything for your safety, security and happiness. Call your person on the phone and tell them how much they mean to you, because in the future, you might not get the opportunity.
As I post this final chapter online, for anyone who's anyone to see, I will have posted some of the hardest life lessons I've taken with me so far. Hoping that whoever's reading this to not make the same mistakes I have, even though it's inevitable. People learn from mistakes by experience but also, I hope this got you through hardships among the rough seas. Drawing out my heart on around seventy pages of me, knowing deep in my heart, there is so much more to share and at the same time, not relevant enough to do so.
A seventy page confessional that will be close to my heart, along with the people who've been on this road with me, forever and always.
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My Confessional
Non-FictionWriting a memoir at only fifteen years old has taught me a lot. Giving me the time to reflect on the lessons I learned the hard way and the mistakes I've made thus far. I learned, if there is at least two sides to every story, there is at least two...
