I am finally understanding why bad things happen to good people. But why is that, I wonder?
All throughout my life people were supporting, but I still felt alone.
I've decided right after I graduate from high school, I would go on a road trip, maybe driving up North. I don't know why, but North sounds pretty good to me.
I am just trying to find myself, maybe start actually publishing my story and actually put my name, my real name on the book cover.
Yes, I am still going to college but not sure what I want to do for the rest of my life. Would I want to teach kids? Would I want to save people's live? I don't even know yet, but I will find out soon enough.
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This story, "Just between You and I", was written by a close friend of mine. She committed suicide over a year ago and she left a letter for me and her diary to share her story.
Hope you all have a happy life!
