Dear Journal

Dear Journal. . . To Whom It May Concern. . .

To the little kid wondering if it's all your fault. . . it isn't. Trust me.

To the one in the room who's always alone in a crowd. . . you're never alone. Trust me.

To the guy trying to figure out if your life is worth anything. . . you are. Trust me.

To the girl trying to find herself before the water overflows. . . choose to live. Trust me.

Life is worth living. We just have to be brave enough to keep doing it.

"She walks in beauty like the night. . ."

Neither beauty nor pain can be seen in the night. When it's dark outside, who can tell the difference?

It's hard to tell your enemies from your friends. . . It's hard to tell your losses from your wins, especially in the dark. . .

They tend to blend in a gray mystery that fades to black. But in this darkness, this blackness, there's something beautiful. It's something that no one can see or know unless they've been there. . . with you in the darkness.

My life doesn't make sense without putting words on a page. So that's what I did. . . I wrote it down. I wrote me down on the pages. . . Let me start from the beginning. My name is Eve. I wrote this story for me. . . but for you too.

I'll start there. . . on the pages. . .

High school. . . where the darkness began.