So you want to know the truth about life? That is why you are reading this, isn't it? Well, after carefully searching for the answer, I have come to the conclusion that there is none. It does not exist. You will spend the next years of your life trying to figure out what you're dong. But you spend so much time looking for something that things pass you on the way. You will work your days away, you will save your money, you will not take risks, you will not give your whole heart to someone and you will not dance naked in the rain. If you do all of these things, then the truth about your life is that it's being wasted. What is life without chances? Friends? Love? So stop for a moment. Don't wake up and take the day for granted. For in twenty-four hours, it will be gone and will never come back. Talk to the person who is always alone. Make a new friend. Put differences aside. Try something new. You will wait for years for your life to actually start; for something to come. But nothing is coming, this is your life. Why can't it start now? How do I know all of these things? Well, in the past year I have lost a friend, my mind and my virginity. My name is Kayla and now that I have your attention, I would like to tell you my story.
They say that laughter is the best remedy. But what happens when you cannot bring yourself to smile? You try to open your mouth as a tear slides down your cheek. You know what I'm talking about. I pondered this as I sat in the hospital waiting room. 'Hear You Me' by Jimmy Eat World was playing on my Ipod at the time. How appropriate. The hospital walls were all of the same worn out white. It was the most un-white white I have ever seen. While I'm thinking about the washed out walls, my friend is lying in the next room. I am the worst friend ever. My mom keeps rubbing my leg as if to console me. Why is she even here? She never approved of Sarah. Sure, the name Sarah is innocent enough. And I'm sure that most of the Sarahs you know are perfectly fine. But my Sarah is different. She always was. I guess that's why we became friends.
When I first attended Oakland High, I was fat, well not like, a 200 pounder, but I was pretty close. My glasses were bigger than my face and my braces were bright orange. You can imagine the number of guys after me. Sarah was the only one who gave me a chance at that school. Without her, I would have been one of those kids who hid their faces in class and never lifted their eyes from the floor. Sarah knew all the right people. By right, I mean wrong. She was the one who introduced me to alcohol, parties, boys and trouble. But, she was the only one who stuck by my side as I lost my weight, glasses and braces. When I lost those, I also lost the innocence I once had. I still miss that girl sometimes and wonder where she is now.