The Life Journal of Colors

This story is altered for the sake of the components of this book. I'd say contributors, but they don't deserve that title. I have many names, as you will soon find out. For now, call me Rebecca. What you are about to read is quite awful. It's gruesome, violent, depressing, and just down right awful. But hey, you only have one life. Mine just happened to suck. As you read this book, you will be subjected to the inside of my mind and my mind only. If you don't want to feel sad or angry, I suggest not reading this book. Again, my name is Rebecca. This is my story.

(Hi! If you like the book and you are an artist/computer genius, id love a cover! Also, as you read, if you think of a good title for this book that would be great as well.)