Scribbling down the last sentence to my story, I re-read it and couldn't find it in me to continue. Two parts. I thought about everything that happened to me after and knew that not even a 100 parts would cover it. I now felt as if I was reading someone else is story and not my own. It's like it all happened to someone else.
The person I've become and the things I've accomplished, should truly be written down, but when the time is right I will eventually get a flashback good enough to write. But till then my story will remain in my head and mine and for today I will just enjoy the sweet taste of being a year older. More mature (just a tad bit) , smarter (just a tad bit more) and older (365 days older to be exact). I don't like the sound of it, but it's the way things are.
Many things have happened to me, but for now, you'll just know me as the newly aged 17 year old with the name of Zoe and maybe one day I will continue telling you about Aprils story, but for now, it's just me.
So you might know me, but you don't know my story.
September 24, 2009 at 2:45 AM
Drama :P
September 25, 2009 at 12:51 AM
hehe sounds like you need a theme song :P xxxxxx