When I was younger all I wanted was to be a someone people would remember. That's all I wanted, all I wanted was at least one person to remember me and think "Oh yeah she was cool" or "Oh her, she was something. To bad she is dead." But I guess that things don't go the way you plan.
I was only 17 years old when I died. Only 17 years on earth, and them ZIP I'm gone. But let me tell you, in those 17 years on this earth I had more stories to tell than anyone. I had seen war, love, life, happiness, and sadness. This might make me a lucky person, but to me...It makes me no different from the next. And with this I ask for you to hear my story. To here my writing, and take it and learn. Learn from what I had become and not become.
Take my life in your hands, but hold with care. Since I am merely a speck of dust.
