The past is past

A new begining

This is my first time writing a story so please let me know what you think of it okay let get started.

1958 may 7th
Dear diary,
It was a normal day, well how many normal days can one girl have, a mortal girl will have loads but an immortal like me double as many.
Well let me introduce myself, hey, I'm Sam and I'm immortal. I have grey eyes and auburn wavy hair, I like it although having looked at yourself about a thousand times you kind of get sick of it.

I am quite a selenophile and a pluviophile and a eleutheromania. I have read the English dictionary many times, it's not my fault I'm an immortal who gets bored and has an addiction to reading and has probably read all the books readable.

I feel like I'm missing something though, I just can put my finger on it. Oh well, it was probably nothing. I walked down stairs they hadn't been sanded down for at least 20 years, I guess I just haven't gotten round to it, anyway, because of that I got a few splinters in my feet to be honest I didn't really notice them, until I actually opened my eyes fully which was after I had my usual morning coffee, coffee always wakes me up, and then right there it hit me.

Happy 146 birthday to me, but everyone else thought it was my 16, all I have to do is try and get through the day without talking to anyone, I don't like people. Their just confusing. I know what your probably saying, ' aren't you human ?' And the answer is I honestly don't know at this point, I have lived through hundreds of years and I'm still not dead so, who knows I might be a vampire ? I'm willing to believe anything if it means that I can get to the bottom of this mystery, how am I still alive?