You see this book. This booked stuffed with all my thoughts, dreams, fears, and secrets. Bound together by a single string, that if when open you’ll find me afraid of what people know.

So please don’t open it. Don’t open it because what you read might scare you. It scares me.

My pen is my savior. Writing what I can’t seem to put together aloud. It takes my worries out of me and makes me feel better even if it is just for awhile.

This book is my life. The pages are full of my mistakes, written out of a gut feeling. But these pages are also full of laughter. The good days.

This is more than a book with inscriptions. So please don’t open it.