Reflections of a Seventeen-Year-Old Girl
ForewordA special thank you to H.Z. who inspired me to write this memoir
If I had to trace back the beginnings of how I got here today, you would probably find that an isolated childhood, a pressured upbringing, and parental neglect all attributed to my mental state today. However, I do not remember my childhood as a painful experience but rather a distorted, blind oblivion to almost everything. Therefore I feel it unnecessary and useless for me to attempt the retelling of my youth – which has long since become a foggy blend of faraway memories, thinning out to mist and disappearing into the gray skies.
This story does not have a happy ending, nor a sad ending. Despite what I feel, I am still very young and have many blank pages left in me. It does not have an ending but rather genuine hope for the unwritten pages.