Dear Journal.

It's been a while. To be honest, I don't remember you. I had to read all of our conversations to know who I was. It was kind of silly, actually. I read some pages that had blood drips on them. It made me giggle. I was so messy back then. But I'm better now. Much cleaner, nicer cuts. You're proud, aren't you? Oh, Journal. You're my best friend. (: I love you. You don't judge. You just listen to what I have to say. You don't take sides unless it's mine.

Journal, I haven't cut today. But it just started raining. And I love rain. I remember that. Rain is so pretty and majestic, like a ballerina dancing across her stage, rain falls into perfect little puddles. Isn't it beautiful? Journal, I think I might have to go now. As I read in our earlier entries, I loved to cut in the rain. I think I might go do that now. I need to remember.

Don't I?