Throughout her short life, she had made ​​mistakes as steps had in her life. Some days she feels like the luckiest girl, and some days did not want to leave her room, because those days did not feel strong enough to face the world. Feeling like a stranger in her own skin and was something that had been used to, so much that sometimes she felt comfortable. She laughed out loud and cried for no reason when I was sad and especially when she was angry, angry because she detested. That girl spent her days dreaming, imagining what life would be once all your dreams. And I remember that she had many throughout the day. She loved to love and loved to be loved. That girl that many sometimes a disaster, almost nothing went well felt, had never given up on herself, never stopped believing in her and never lost the urge to smile. And if I remember everything about it, because that girl is me.

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