“Hello Journal!”, Seems a good enough start.
Most things I’d write would start with a “Hello World!” but that doesn’t quite seem appropriate. The Dr said that this was for me, so world is too much. I’ll probably share some of what I write but certainly not all. So Hello Journal will do for now….
I think, I’ll write in a conversational manner. You, Journal, are to help me, for me to share with. Like a friend and as such, I will ‘speak’ to you as one.
So…
“Hello Journal, I am Tasha Forocix, It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. At the moment you are but a blank database that knows nothing of me, and being a blank database I know everything about you. As friends we should redress that balance and if I tell you all there is to know about me.. then we will be equals and true friends”.
Okay, introductions have been made… wait...
No, you don’t have a name yet either. I can’t just call you journal. Not a name of someone I know now, nor one of someone in the past; either that I’d wish to see again or would bring up bad memories.
I could give you her name?
I know, After I said about bad memories, But you don’t know that story yet. That story is different, it’s sorry and regret, The wish to have done more and done sooner. Her role is done, her name unused, her only existence is as a memory in a handful of minds.
My other bad stories, they are far from done. They still prowl about these worlds. They are in the shadows and just past the corners of my eyes. They need no remembrance.
But her… We spent so little time, and it felt like we’d barely been introduce before she was taken away. I wanted to find out so much more, to tell so much more.
I have but one keepsake and that is little more than a tool, a weapon against other bad stories. Yet, I am too fearful to use it as more than a last defiance.
If I were to bestow her name to you, she could live on in a way, I could tell her, you, the things I wanted to back then, and wanted, on occasion, since.
I think that does seem fitting, while the Story is a bad one, It has driven me to most the good acts in my short life. It’s the only bad story that has me run to, rather than away. Hopefully, my new friend, with your baring her name, I can learn to always run forwards.
So with that decided, time for a proper introduction…
“ Hello, I am Tasha Forocix, You are my journal, and your name is… Eliza.”
