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