Hi. I don't know who's reading this. I hope you liked it. I spent the majority of my teen years writing it. Due to exams, and the windswept call of adventure that seems to constantly tempt me, I'm stopping writing this book. Sometimes things are best left to the imagination, and as one of my favourite movies once put it, "life is like a box of chocolates; you never know what you're gonna get."
I'm going tomorrow to see Fall Out Boy on the Mania tour, and although I've seen them before, this time it's different. It's really me. No fake friends, no pretences, no calorie obsession. Just me, my family and the soundtracks to my life. Reader, I've changed my mind about it. It's beautiful. I can't wait to live.
Maybe I'll end up backpacking the world, living in dense jungle in Hawaii, or getting arrested for Green Peace activism, I don't know. But sometimes, the best adventures are the ones you experience, not the ones you read. Take what makes you happy, and use it to change worlds. I challenge you to write your own endings, your own destiny to which will grow and thrive in your own beautiful light. I challenge you to leave your room, jump into cold water, just for the thrill. Cast off all anchors and sail to the edge. I challenge you to go places, save lives, move mountains. I challenge you to live.
E.B.
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