She thought that with a pen and paper in hand she just might be able to save the world. That maybe her words would reach someone and then they just might change their mind about suicide or something. If she could just compile all her thoughts and tell the world the life stories she knew, maybe people would want to listen. But when reality set in she knew that people didn’t read anymore, or at least not nearly enough. And people didn’t look to books for inspiration unless it becomes a huge influential hit. And the chances of her attaining that were pretty slim. She wrote anyway. Because while it would be great to save the world with a pen and paper, she had a hard enough time saving herself. So maybe if she remembered it all and wrote it all down it would start to make a more sense. If she couldn’t save the world, the least she could do was entertain it.
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