Recently when cleaning out my cupboard, I discovered a treasure trove of my diaries from when I was younger, squashed in the corner in a pink and white striped bag.

While I was reading through them I cringed, I laughed, and I sympathised with myself. But mostly, I cringed and laughed.

Going to the skate park, hanging around with my friends, dreaming and being sad about boys, listening to music and going shopping were all the center of my universe.

I decided to put them up online, because I’m sure there are a billion other girls out there who were growing up in the new millennium who will know exactly what I was going through at the time.

What began in just 1 book, moved on to me filling 8 books with scribblings, cartoons and poems. I never thought I would hang on to them, but I’m glad that I did.

My diaries start from when I had just turned 13.

I hope you enjoy as much as I did.



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  1. Hey πŸ™‚

    Lol, I think i started my first diary when I was eleven. Went about it all serious too. Till I wrote in it about my first crush and my dad read it out loud, to my utter and complete mortification. That diary went straight into the trash bin after that. I started using a secret language (Artemis fowl is a lifesaver, with the elf language and the key) Obviously my friends wanted to know it too, after which again, it wasn’t secret anymore. I simply gave up on hiding and started on hidden in plain sight instead. Started writing semi autobiographical poems and stories. That was something that went over every single person’s head lol.

    Great job with the blog, reads just like a professional write. πŸ™‚

    • Hey, thanks for reading.

      Autobiographical poems and stories, such a genius idea!

      I’m very lucky that my diaries was never found and read. I used to keep my first one in a shoe box in the back of my cupboard, covered by a piece of tissue, with the shoes on top. When I finished one and went on to another, that’s where the hiding started to get tricky. I still genuinely believe that the only reason why my mum didn’t go hunting for it was because she didn’t think I was doing anything that interesting.

      I’m so glad she never did, because to this day there are still gaps in her knowledge about what I used to get up to πŸ˜‰

      I did take myself for a bit of a writer as a teenager, writing poems and songs, as you do.

      Anyway, thanks again for the read and the comment. Have a great day!

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