Dear diary,
my name is Bethany Greene. I like my surname 'cause it kinda reminds me of the spring. And that's weird 'cause I'm not really a "spring-girl". I'm more a "fall-girl", actually. Or, at least, that's the impression I give. And I like dark colours, black clothes, depressing poems, but I'm not depressed. I don't like people, except for my dog: he's the best person I've ever met in my life. Leo, that's his name. I found him on the road, in a rainy day, while I was running back home through the countryside. He was there, all wet and scared. So I took him and bring him home with me. My father told me that there was no place for "the dog". So I decided that there was no place for me too and I moved to the cabin I built myself, a few kilometres from the house. That's where I live right now and I fucking love it! I know, dear diary, that probably you don't give a fuck about how my cabin looks like, but I'm going to write it anyway. It's quite small, so it won't take a lot of time to describe it. There's just one room - and the bathroom of course. My bed and Leo's bed are at the bottom of the room. There's a desk with a lamp on the left, an armour with my clothes on the right, a little kitchen next to it, and ... and stop. But what I like most is the wood. The entire cabin is made of wood, and it gives that wonderful smell everytime I walk in. Especially when it rains! I'm staring at the stack of books laying on the floor and thinking about how much I love litterature. That without it my life would completely be lost. I'm quite a lonely girl - well, don't get me wrong, I have friends, but I like hanging out just with two or three of them. And I'm introverted. I've considered it a problem during my early adolescence, 'cause all my friends liked to have parties, to dance, to be surrounded by people, and I didn't. Now I've realized I just had not the courage to say out loud "Fuck all of you, from the first to the last, and fuck all your stupid habits!". I just wanted to mingle. I'm happy I've started writing a diary again. I had my last diary at twelve. I'm nineteen now. Not saying that this time is gonna be more interesting, it's just that the last one was so honeyed! Anyway, my father is knocking at the door - well, he's kinda more knocking it down, actually - and I really gotta go now. See you later, darling <3
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The Secret Diary of Bethany Greene.
Fiksi RemajaBethany Greene, a nineteen-year-old girl, writes about herself in a secret diary. Everything that passes through her mind, even the deepest and the darkest feelings and thoughts, are written down. With no inhibition, Bethany will tell us her crazies...
