why_human
I would presume if you are reading this, you understand the meaning of an autobiography. But, for those that don't:
Autobiography- A detailed firsthand account of a person's life written by that very person.
Derived from Greek roots (autos for self, bios for life, and graphein for write).
Now that you know the meaning, I will first tell you that this story is not an autobiography. Instead, it is a detailed firsthand account of a person's life written by her Philo.
Philo- A Greek combining form (from philos) that means "loving," "fond of," or "a friend to."
That is correct. I am merely her friend. I will be giving a detailed firsthand account of a person's life written not by that very person but by a friend that knows too much description and not enough of the truth.
Since I am only a friend and not the one who lived through these events, I will not be able to give the full disclosed facts on what happened, but I will try my best to account for the missing details.
Full disclosure, please read with caution and take things with a grain of salt as you will see the past and present of a girl that was much too joyful to hear that she could only live once.
Do not easily believe the events in which I tell the story as it is noteworthy that I consider myself a pathological liar.
And lastly, the short chapters to this story and the details encapsulating them are mainly based on true events, but told through how I imagined them to have happen.
As this is merely a detailed firsthand account of a person's life written by that very person's friend.