The Way Things Were

Things will never go back to the way they were. If I keep telling myself this, maybe one day I will believe it.

Even if this whole mess were cleaned up tomorrow, it's not as if we can just wake up from this nightmare. Those of us who manage to live through it will never be the same. More importantly, if that day ever comes and there is anyone left to pick up the pieces, those who didn't make it need to be remembered. Each one of us has a story that deserves to be told.

I am the third person to carry this journal and I hope that if I don't see tomorrow, someone will find it and continue to fill it as I have. Our story must be told.

My name is Jennifer Adams, I am 26 and I have seen the end of the world.