I don't think someone with a character like me would be down to write diaries for such a long time like this. I remember when i had my first diary, it was a small brown-violet notebook with a yellow chicken printed on the cover. I wrote what happened in it, like a time table. I wrote about my breakdown when my 6th grade crush heartlessly denied my invitation to my birthday party. People usually say those who write diaries are likely to be mentally ill. I agree. I'm not that normal to begin with. But people also say those who write diaries are usually a bit dreamy. And look at me. Do i look dreamy to you?
My shameful little secret is that, although i curse and i act tough, i love beauty with all my heart. I'm a professional journal writer, and trust me, you've got to have skills to write diaries, i take photograph, i save up photographs, i have a lot of accessories, i watch and enjoy the beautiful scenes in movies, get emotional in front of colors, get goosebumps when i listen to a greatly sad song, i love the coffee shop's leather sofa, i love beautiful coffee shops, i love polka dots, stripes, Christian Dior, Louboutins,
I made this blog the first day of high school. September 9th, 2008. Anger drove me here, mostly. Blogs, diaries, notes, they're always the evidence of your youth, your growth in thoughts. I stupidly deleted my old one, wiping out all the junior high memories, ugliest and most hurtful pictures of my life. But not anymore. I solemnly swear i will never delete this blog. Thank you for storing myself in here.
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