Dear Diary, welcome to my world. I hope you find these pages of my writing very insightful to you. Not that you can read. You're a diary. But, hey, I can talk to an inanimate object, can't I? It's completely normal… by my standards anyway.
Anyway, here it goes. Bearing my life to a book like it gives a freaking crap. My mums idea, of course. So I don't forget my past. But what if something happens I want to forget? Oh, whatever, I'm gonna do it anyway. Because I am incredibly bored and like to write.
So, bye for now Miss Diary, I'll scrawl on ya later!