Dear Diary,
Is that how things start, “Dear Diary”? I don’t know. I’ve never done this before. I feel kind of silly, really, Bridget Jones kind of silly if you ask me. Writing was never my kind of thing, especially journals and notebooks and stuff like that. Always felt it was like talking to yourself. In a way, it is, isn’t it? And you know what they say about people who talk to themselves, don’t you? I might be lots of other things, but I don’t think I’m mad. Not yet (ha ha!). Then again, Bridget Jones wasn’t mad was she? And if you think about it, things kind of worked out for her in the end didn’t they? Found her true love, her Prince Charming, and all that. So maybe this diary thing has something in it for me too. No harm in trying. That’s what dad always says, “No harm in trying. You’ve got to be in it to win it.” So here goes…
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