Well, everything has to end somewhere, just like a year. This story was a year. And I'm not sure if it's because the year has left me behind for me to see only bits and pieces and remember just feelings, or if I'm too preoccupied with what that year left me to do, but this is the end.
Though what you have read is nothing more than a laugh and a touch of annoyance, the year of eighth grade changed my life. I don't think I ever smiled that much since the death of my mom. That year I learned to accept and to realize that nothing can ever truly be wrong. I met the most amazing people you could ever set eyes on and I wanted to smile. I wanted to be happy. I had forgotten what that felt like.
And so, I leave you while I sit in the emptiness of my backyard, at the base of the hill. I'm sitting underneath a tree and sitting on an actually comfortable rock, and enjoying the breeze of a setting sun. It took a whole year to appreciate each one of these things, but the point is that there's no way I could live without this spot now. There's no way I could live without everything that has come in the chapters before this one.
The people you've read about have changed a life without knowing that they have. The moments in this story have become cherished forever because of them. How I could have ever lived without them, it's something I don't enjoy thinking about.
My last wish is that everyone can create moments amazing enough to write about. Because that means that you're truly and sincerely happy. And you'll never want to let your life go. Whether you have to dance in the rain or sit for hours under the stars- both of which giving you the happiest feeling in the world, try it sometime -find your purpose for living. Because everyone has one. Mine is to laugh with friends, look up to my sister, and spray cats with my Bonsai tree's spray bottle.
Well, the sun has almost completely vanished and it's my belief that something you have started writing cannot be written in parts, so I really am ending now as my handwriting is going up and down, small and big because my nose is scraping the page trying to scribble this all down as fast as I can. And my hand just started going faster...
Ja!