Over the last 3 years I've taken more time to write about myself (in ways to cope but it's actually grown on me to the point I want to write down everything). When I was upset roughly a year and a half ago I started writing a piece about "i thought my life would be something else" blah blah and I wrote 4 pages worth. I'm thinking of picking it back up and and finishing it but i can't seem to find the emotional state (the one i was in when i wrote it in the beginning) to start writing it again. Should I stick to it being a "true story" or should i through fiction in there? Here is the first paragraph: " When I was younger, I never thought my life would be this way. I thought I'd be in college by now, still experiencing what it felt like to have butterflies for the first date. To actually make plans with old, and new friends. I envisioned my life to be stricken with worry about if I'm going to oversleep for the following days exam, or procrastinating with that short notice English paper. Although now, it feels like I've wasted such valuable time. Time, I could never get back, because I wanted to follow something.. Something new. Something unpredictable, something that didn't require some one else rules, but my own. "