I am 15 years, 3 months, and 21 days old today. So much has happened since that day, 14 November 1993, to me and my life. I have 1 mother, 0 fathers.

I’ve had 2 stepmothers and 1 stepfather. I’ve had 13 homes, 9 beds, and 4 schools. I’ve had 5 computers, 4 iPods, and 3 phones. I’ve had 35 classes, 30 notebooks, and 7274629 pens & pencils. I’ve been to 51 cities, 12 states, 3 countries, and I’ve touched 2 oceans. I’ve seen 5 musicals, 5 concerts, and 4 talent shows. I’ve been in 13 performances, 2 musicals, and 1 talent show. I know 24 pop video dances, 18 movies word-for-word, and 2135 songs. I’ve written 1 novel, 42 short stories, and 143 poems. I’ve had 13 best friends, and the numbers 2 and 3 are also significant to me.

There are so many numbers, and there are so much more. Most of them should be lower, but some should be higher and 3 are just right. You see, so much happens to a person in life, it’s no wonder they die at the end of it…. the minute you are born you are carried with your first burden, you cry for the first time, and that’s why you start to die the second you are born. These numbers will rise and fall and stay the same, but I know that I have a long time to live, and I have to make the most out of it; I don’t want to die with numbers I don’t want.