Because, right now, I am choosing to live.įor a moment, I am embarrassed that I wrote that as the number one item. well, really, it’s the day my life began. Getting an old fashioned piece of paper and pen, I push my computer out of the way and start my bucket list. I have a camera set up in the corner with all my lighting equipment, and then my computer sits on my desk. I have a bed, a love seat, a kitchen, and a small table where I eat breakfast. I walk back to my car and drive to my apartment. Instead, I want to live each and every day I have left like it’s my last. They couldn’t promise my life would be extended, but that I would be sicker if I did treatments. It’s then that I realize I need a bucket list. Or been anywhere besides Idaho and California.Īctually, there are a lot of firsts I haven’t experienced yet. Yes, let the world know that I, Juliet Summers, am a shy, awkward girl who has never been out on a date. Which is ironic considering I have zero confidence when I am not in front of a camera. I make videos for girls like her, so that she can have confidence. She has a huge smile as she talks excitedly to her parents, and I can tell that I made her day. She’s still got braces and her hair is in two braids. The girl looks young, probably only twelve, or thirteen. She runs off towards an older couple-her parents, I assume. She snaps a couple of selfies and then says a quick thank you. I’m allowed to mourn for at least one day before I start planning for death. I don’t want to be rude, but I did just learn that I have cancer. I’ve met enough fans to know that they all want a selfie with me, and I’m not in the mood to chitchat. “Are you Juliet from Juliet’s Beauty on YouTube?” age asks. I wipe under my eyes and look over at her. Then I cry harder, realizing that I’m crying over something so trivial.
“ How to dress for a first date.” I’m giving outfit advice for a first date and I’ve never even had a first date. Everybody loves the video I posted early this morning. I mean, I’ve dedicated my whole life, since I was fifteen, to a beauty vlog.
I vlog about fashion, makeup, beauty products, and whatever else I feel like when I turn on the camera. After dropping out of college to focus on my vlog, I decided to spread my wings. Away from my mom, dad, and older brother. Now, every time I see bacon, I hear the pig screaming while it bleeds out. Plus, I watched this documentary online about how much healthier is to eat vegan food-then of course, they showed the animals being abused at the farms, though you can hardly call it a farm. I will forever be a teenager.Īnd to think, this time yesterday, my biggest concern was if the barista used coconut milk instead of regular milk.
I am nineteen years old, and will never turn twenty. Truly, there is nothing like a California sunset.Ī million thoughts run through my head, one of them being I only have six months of sunsets left. I’ve never appreciated the various shades of pink, purple, and orange before. I stand on the beach, watching the sun set over the ocean.