Why do we tell our stories? I don’t mean things we have made up. But, why do we tell about our lives, and our personal experiences, and about our pasts or things we are going through presently? What is the purpose of it all? Is there a purpose? And, is it a good thing?
Obviously this depends...
I was having the summer of my life, everything was perfect and I felt like I had everything i ever wanted. Happiness, love, free spirited fun and most of all I was going to be a sophomore in high school. Then that summer turned my life around... I passed out on the floor of my house, I woke up...