
1/365 - Prologue
Before I blew my candle were promises, not wishes.
I will write this life in ink. I will keep as much memories as I make. My hair will be the the measure of time (no less). I will keep away from harm. I will embrace life - happiness and beauty. I will live young. I will not run away; I am not at a race with time.
I will live like I’m seventeen.
Today, I start counting. 1.