Twenty-One Wilted Roses

You know, when I wrote the first chapter of this, I thought it wasn't going to be much of anything.

I never really thought of myself as much of a writer, never really thought about why I even wrote this.

There was a time and a place when I first wrote this that I was just writing because I didn't care.

Thats why I wrote the first chapter. I wrote it because I needed a reason to live.

For the first few chapters, I was writing to live, to keep my mind going.

Then my motives changed,

I was writing to stay sane.

Once more, my motives changed.

I was writing to make a difference.

Even once I didn't need to write this to live,

I wanted to write it for You.

The faithful readers.

You are the reason I wrote this.

I was never planning on finishing this when I started out.

But once people told me "You are compleatly right"

"This is so sad yet so true"

"You are my hero"

" Its about time someone wrote the truth"

Thats when I knew I'd write the whole thing.

Everyone knows this is actully happening.

Now, my wish is that by writing this, I can change at least one life.

Or help out at least one person.

If I can give one person somthing to relate to,

Or change one person's opinion,

Then I have done my job.

So the big question is:

Why did you chose to write this?

Its somthing that I can relate to.

And so can others.

I am the girl who cares, and finally people notice.