Death is something very natural in this world. Life is something so fragile that in a second it can fall apart and disappear. Something that, unfortunately, I did not take into account until it was almost too late. Yes, almost and it is that sometimes we live but in the depths of ourselves we have feelings that consume us and won't let us move forward in some way or another. As much as you want to deny or hide it, it is the truth.

You shouldn't feel bad about it, but it doesn't mean it's completely okay either. Sure, you can have those kinds of feelings but you can't let them stop you from keep going or enjoying the good things in this world. Keep them, because they are a part of you and they make you stronger. But learn to handle them because otherwise it could be too late as it almost happened to me ... Thank heavens he made me see reality.

Well, I suppose if we're going to talk about my story, I should introduce myself, right? My name is or was Iza. What you will read next is a story based on real events, events from my life. Before I died, I was quite a busy girl, somewhat shy but if I nedeed to defended myself I would not hesitate, and although I did not want to admit it, I held a lot of resentment within me. Of course, this is not the complete story but I think that you will understand that better little by little as you read my story ... Well, this is all for now ...