Dear Diary,
It's been two days since my first encounter with dock boy. That sounds like a silly name but I refuse to be one of those little girls that start calling a random guy "mine" simply because they think that they are in love - laammee!
Love. Very tricky concept. Well it's actually pretty simple when you see it for what it truly is but human beings prefer complicated; simplicity does not appeal to us. As a result, people tend to like something and they call it love.
Ah, the Captain! He explained all of this to me when I was nine years old. I was too young to own a diary back then, but I'm a woman now. I have you. Perhaps one day I'll tell you all about my earlier life.
Good bye for now. Mommy says I need to wake up early enough to do house chores. Wish me luck!
