Imagine that you've found some high school senior girl's super angsty journal just lying around. You decide to find the girl and give it back. You search everywhere, really putting forth a decent amount of effort. Without any luck of finding the journal's owner, you decide that it's okay to take a couple of peeks inside. Within moments, you are pulled into this girl's world; they are her words, after all. Read on.
Within the pages of this book lie the complete transcription of a group of adolescent journals, unaltered save for certain names (to protect them or whatever). Join young Scottie as she poorly but proudly navigates her way through the end of high school and toward what she expects to be "the beginning of her life," and then through her first post high-school year 'round the sun, searching for the same.
This book and all subsequent members serve as the start of the real, true, RAW, story that I needed when I was smaller and didn't have one. I hope with everything inside of me that so many people read this and think: "ME TOO!" I hope you know that whatever is currently happening will absolutely not be happening forever because forever is not REAL. I hope you remember always that practice makes BETTER, because perfect is not REAL. I also, more than anything, hope that you write, often. Writing is, I've learned, the purest form of time travel and I am over-the-moon grateful for this gift. How else could I see how much I've grown?