A collection of raw poetry, reflecting the story of a teenage girl. A journey of letting go in order to find her eudemonia. Memories that can never be forgotten but need to be retold. Chapter one of a story that has only been told for a quarter of her life, because it is time for her to write her own.

dear my loneliness,maybe i should call u by a name. what name would suit u? i think Violet is nice. maybe because violet is a cold color and u are cold too. i really wanted to say that i hate u Violet. i hate no one more than u. u are the worst thing that ever happened to me. i hate how u make me cry a few tears but never enough to burst. but still i am too familiar with u to just let u go. i hate how cold u feel but when i look deeper, there is something comforting about u. because when i have no one, i still have you. this book is for everyone who...