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.