The diary of an average teenage writer

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Dear Diary,

Eww. That makes me sound like a eight-year-old. Don't worry, I'll never use that cliched phrase again.

Anyway, I just wanted to say that this is my first diary entry and I hope all this scribbling isn't giving you, Mr. Diary, a rash or something. Because that would just be, well, weird.

This is the first time I'm actually keeping a diary and I hope I adhere to the...erm, diary rules and conduct and whatnot. But there's no fixed thing you're supposed to write about, right? Wait. No, you have to write about your life, don't you? Well, that's good. I'll probably be scribbling in you every two hours then.

It's not like my life used to be oh-so-interesting. In fact, it used to be more boring than a physics lesson. Seriously. I'm not the type of girl who hooks up with another guy every other day or who goes for competitions and wins medals or who...saved the white-faced orang utan from extinction or something. (I'm quite sure there's no such thing as an orang utan with a white face but it's not like you're going to start shouting at me, are you, diary?) My life used to consist of this awfully dull routine of waking up, going to school and then sleeping. I didn't hang out with friends (well, I've only got one so that's kind of hard), I didn't go to the mall (I've got enough clothes. And even if I didn't, I'd very much rather wear a curtain then meet the bimbotic bitches that plague the mall) and all I really was interested in doing was sitting on my desk reading or writing. Writing's my life, really.


Oh fine, maybe I am a nerd...

But without writing...I don't know where my life would lead to. The thing is, the dullness of life kills me inside everyday. I mean, even if I had friends and...and...and a thousand boyfriends, it's just not...exciting enough. Not exciting as those worlds I enter when reading an amazing book or those worlds I create out of the colourful strands of my imagination. Nothing beats those worlds.

Well, with the exception of those worlds coming to life, that is.

And that's when my life got a whole lot more complicated (and if I don't write it all down, I'm not going to be able to cope with all this). 

Wish me luck. I think I'm going to get a pillow and scream. Oh and Katie the mermaid says hi. 

This can't be happening....

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