Dear Diary,

I have a confession. I like someone. Like, really like someone. When he's around, I feel safe. Not a walker in the world could get past him. And when he talks, people listen. When he leads, people follow. He's not like me. He's so serious. And people stay half a step away from him all the time. But I like him.

And, I don't think he'll ever like me back. It kinda makes it easier, you know. There's no pressure. It's stress free. Like floating down a lazy river, I guess. Nothing happens but you still have fun.

And this world needs fun. And liking someone, having a "crush" is the best distraction. I'm not in a prison, I'm at home. And the world outside is not hell on earth, but a paradise in waiting.

To my family, and to people I've lost – Jimmy, Zach, Otis, Shawn, Annette … and Mom – don't worry about me. Or Maggie. Or Dad. We are still a family. We've just gotten a bit bigger. And we still love.

I can still love.

I thought this world smothered my soul. I thought I was gone. But I was always there, I just didn't know it. I just needed fuel. And I got it.

And now you can see me from miles away.

- Beth G.