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How My 46 Year Old Diary Started My Writing Career
From journaling to jet setting and everything in between
I had my first diary at the age of 13. Didn’t all girls? Mine was pink. I loved it so much. I protected it like a momma bear watches over her babies. Touch it and you die. No questions asked. It came with a tiny gold key that opened the matching tiny gold lock.
All my secrets were in there, safe and sound.
How much I hated my parents and wished they would die. How I hated my sisters. How I hated school. Typical teenage stuff.
I wrote about boys a lot too. Jamie Jones. I’ll never forget him. He was the cutest boy in the neighbourhood. All the girls loved him. Especially me. The only problem with that was all the girls were so much prettier than I was.
I had a gap in between my two front teeth, I had zits, I had dark skin and curly gnarly hair. I was skinny, smelly and dorky. I was pretty much the ugliest kid on the block.
He would never give me the time of day.
Dear Diary. Why won’t he look at me? Why do I have to be this ugly? I hate Jennifer. She’s such a bitch and she’s so phoney. I love him so much and want to marry…
