Daniela Rose Moretti

  “Dear Diary,

     What is life if not lived? Is it life at all? There was a time I considered breathing enough to constitute living. However, life sometimes has a way of grasping your shoulders and giving you a brutal shake. In my case it was a shake, slap, more than my fair share of torment and a serious case of munchies.

     I have suffered more than anyone should, been braver than I thought possible and endured more pain, more heartbreak than any normal human could ever have lived through.

    Though it seems a gruesome tale, there’s not a single experience I would change, not even when I lay in a pool of my own blood, awaiting certain death. Without such experience, I would never have learned who I was or what love felt like in its purest form— I would never have learned to live.

     The irony of it all is how inevitably the very thing I wanted no part of, (that which struck fear in my heart,) changed my way of thinking. It would lead to a journey few people would dare travel, but one I refused to abandon. After all, the only thing I had to lose—was my life.”