A woman in her 30s was sitting on her table, a brown leather diary lay in front of her, lost in her thoughts, biting the tip of the pen between her lips, Finally she flip the page and began to write:
My name is Evelyn, but everyone just calls me Eve. And what I am about to write are some of my darkest unknown secrets.
Ever since I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be the center of attention. My earliest memories were of me wanting to be watched or noticed. Growing up, I was an only child. It was just Mom and me, but there was always some guy around. My real father, if you could call him that, was never there. I’m pretty sure Mom might not even know exactly who he was. My mom had always worked in bars and restaurants as a barmaid or waitress. She always had to have a man around, even th
