This is the Diary of my inner monologue. In the everyday world, I often times think about things that my friends don't want to or don't like to hear; hell, I've actually driven one of my friends to the brink of depression when she asked about my views on the purpose of human existence and what happens after you die.
I considered putting all this in a real diary, but that is nowhere near safe enough from the fam; so welcome!
I don't expect many people to read this, less likely to enjoy it; but sometimes you just have something you gotta say, y'know?
So, a little background information on me; I live in South East England, so sorry if I use some weird slang which you don't understand, I'll try to keep it out of this journal; but I make no promises on how good my English is when I'm mid-rant. I'm fifteen years old, doing my GCSEs in senior school, and struggling epically. I spend most of my time out with my mates or boyfriend, especially at parties (which may be why i'm failing my exams sweatdrop ).
I'm a vegetarian, and I love most animals. I am terribly accident prone, and I have the worst memory out of anyone I have ever met. I can also me frightfully ditzy, so if I say something that makes no sense you'll have to bear with me.
My dream is to become either a Psychologist, as I have a great interest in the human mind, or an editor, because I love books in an unhealthy way.
I think that's enough for now.
S'laters Diary.
