Marlene Pov:
Dear not so diary, I have come to you again to explain my frustration with my lack of creativity and motivation to become one of the most well-known authors in this century of elegance and etiquette of young girls my age. I am frustrated at the idea of not being able to achieve something beyond my existence where I will be remembered as a great author of complex and beautiful literature. It is 1862 where literature has become everybody's infatuation. I am 16 years of age and I have many years ahead of me to become an amazing author but how will I become an amazing author when I haven't even experienced anything in life that I could write about that could make the people fall in love with my writing. I hope that writing this out will help you understand how hopeless I feel. I loathe hearing the majority of girls in my school talk about boys and how they would do almost the impossible just to be with a royal boy. It's uncomfortable knowing that they rather have a royal husband instead of a loyal one. Maybe I should write about that. Maybe I should either express my annoyance or make a fictional story about the disloyal royal boys in this democracy. I would title it "The Society of the Disloyal Royals", I enjoy the way it rhymes it's poetic. Enough of that nonsense I should just focus on my studies and maybe become something else. Maybe I should stop being too childish and should stop complaining about such matter. This is my own battle that not even you not so diary even care about. Now I have wasted paper, I feel guilty for many things and not having experience like the other girls is one of them. Is something wrong with me? Could I ever live my own version of romance? How do I even start this new chapter of life? So many questions and so many worries.
