Rosemary leaves me down the path of remembrance. The direction of my youth, where teen angst, striven to bring me down. I learned that life is not as hopeless as I once thought it was. That being a rebel without a cause, or dying young is a fragment of what life has to offer me. To bad this lesson was learned after attempting my suicide. All because I am different, I don't fit in the standard stereotypes found in my high school. Maybe this can be my youthful revolution, a revolution, that teen angst, depression, and all the hatred and negativity in high school, will be gone, that it's better to stand for being different than being the same.