Dear Diary,

I'm not sure where to begin. I suppose the most logical place would be at the beginning. But what exactly is the "beginning"? Does that start at the moment of my birth? The first thing I remember? The point where everything changed? I don't know.

But I guess the starting point doesn't truly matter, anyway. All that matters is that I start somewhere. That I open up and tell you my story. It's a wild ride, for sure. A wild dramatic, traumatic, violent ride - but a wild one, nonetheless. But don't worry, Diary, you aren't going to be filled to the brim with just violence and trauma. What kind of person would I be if I did that to you?

Because even amidst the darkest of nights, a single gleaming star has the power to guide you towards the light.

It might have taken me some time to find my star, but I found it. Shining bright in a place I never thought it would.

So hold tight, Diary, and enjoy the ride.