Untitled Monologue

This is my final project for my theater class. I thought I'd submit it here. Some parts are based on a true stories, other things are dramatised, a lot of it is mixed up, names changed and such.

My sophomore year was stressing. I guess everyone's is - final exams, homework, and so many projects you have no idea what to do with them. But that never bothered me. A worksheet here, a unit test there, no big deal. The reason I'm complaining - the thing that knocked me into the depths of depression - is Kimmy. See, we had dated for a while, probably a year and a half into it, we fell in love. I won't forget her brown hair, or deep blue eyes, or gorgeous smile. I can't forget. I see her everytime I pass her grave. Kimmy was depressed, everyone knew that she'd had a tough life, but nobody really expected her to turn to suicide. It - the funeral - was just a few days later. One of those things that knocks you on your a*s, and you realise, "Crap, she's really gone." But she isn't gone, I realised days after, she'll always live on in each and every one of my memories. Knowing Kimmy has made me a better person. I'll never forget the time we had, and I would never want to. That girl, that one shy flower in the garden of faces we call our world, she gave me the courage to speak in front of everyone here today. There's your proof - every life matters. Anyone can make a difference, and nobody should tell them otherwise. So think before you bully somebody. Remember how much pain you can cause. And remember how nice it is to be there for somebody. Remember that a few words can change a life. Everyone in this room matters, because every single person I am speaking to, and the billions I can't speak to, is making an impact on somebody. And it only takes one person to change the world. Thank you.