We don't know what we are doing. Wandering around like we know everything. We know nothing. I know even less, because I am...well I don't know who I am, I know my name and it's Evelyn. I write to the best of my abilities but in the end burn it and start back over, thinking it will never be good enough. No one tells me its ever good enough. My story will never be finished. I am in an internal fire never to be put out. I want to be known, to know who I am, but I can't. Unimaginable obstacles will stop me and not let me pass. You will finish my story, and find out who I am.