This is me.

As of right now I have about 6,600 words. I began writing on July 31st, How do I know that? My grandfather died that day. My mom was reading when she got the call. I feel so guilty. Not that it really matters, it happened but it's what I remember. I am proud of what writing this has brought out in me. I am proud of what has transpired and am really hopeful for the end product. It has been difficult though, to write. Mainly to remember. I have all these memories and thoughts popping into my head. I have to say though, I have grown alot and matured in ways that I wasn't really aware of and that provides me with great joy and hope. Middle school, is not the best to write and remember but I know it's what I have to do. I am becoming more comfortable with seeing my language arts teacher without fleeing to the other side of the store. I can be right next to her and not freak out. I cannot yet bag for her but baby steps. I am really happy with my progress and my whole attitude...

I have always had a dream of writing my first book ever since I found my voice. My voice in writing of course. At the beginning of high school when I was thirteen I created my first blog which was my first public platform. If you would really call it that to spread what I have been through and what I have learned. More so of a journal. I have always been a journaler for the majority of my life because I enjoyed it and it was how I coped essentially. I began writing poetry my freshman/sophomore year of high school which I came to really enjoy and actually got in a book filled with other poets and it was really an awesome experience. I have always had a dream of of writing a book one day and it is really special that my dream and passion is coming true. I have always struggled in school academically and socially which has enticed me to write this book for those who need to hear it, teachers and potentially students as well. I got the inspiration through my experiences and I realized ...