The Story of a Girl

Nearly a year latter, but never too late.

Would our lives be better as a story?

Friends have often told me that if my life were a book they would be the first to read it. Perhaps the persuaveness and power of editing and exageration of speach and the written word have influenced their decision.
I have tried many a time to make a story of my life and have failed. Perhaps I am a biased judge of my own writing.
Once I wrote a story loosely based upon an event from my life for a university english assignment and was praised for it. Since then I have attempted to add to it and have yet to succeed.
I feel that life is better as a story when it is not one's own.