You already know my name. It’s Sam. Hi, I’m Sam. But you know nothing else. So, here’s a little bit of information for you. I’m 6’2” tall, I have dark blue eyes, dark brown hair. My eyebrows are messy, my eyelashes are long and my lips are neither dark or light pink. Somewhere inbetween. I get spots a lot. I have light freckles across the bridge of my nose and under my eyes. My entire life has been pretty much music, TV shows and work. Without the first two, I have no idea where I’d be. Throughout this diary, you will see times where my life takes a downhill turn and things get pretty nasty for me. They say music and TV can’t save your life, but yell that saying at me all you like. Because in my mind, they did. I owe them everything. Heartbreak, distraught, regret. All of those things have been treated by my love for bands and shows. I’m single, still looking for that someone special. My life isn’t very exciting. And that’s exactly why I’ve written what you’re now reading. Because my life is shit.
Day in, day out, my life is the same. No surprises, nothing. Apart from on the odd occasion like almost getting run over or walking into a post while staring at a girl. It’s a pain, but some people might call me lucky. A life without change or difference is surely an easy life to live. Yes, it is. I will admit. But it’s boring. And I’d do anything for someone to just snatch the lame out of my days.
I don’t do many fascinating things in my spare time. I love to read. Fantasy and adventure mainly. I’ve never been one for romantic novels or teen fiction. I cook aswell. Quite a lot actually. Ever since studying for food technology at high school a couple of years ago, I’ve had a hunger for cooking (no pun intended). I have my own little garden full of life. Olives, sweet peppers, tomatoes, carrots. I absolutely love it. It’s like my own little organic paradise (if that makes any sense to you). You’re going to have to put up with all my stupid terminology and the way I phrase things. I think I get that from my mother. She was always wording things strangely but it made describing things to people a lot simpler. I live in a little flat. White walls. Black tiling in the kitchen with wooden cupboards. My living room has a small 25” black television with a dark red sofa. My cat, Arthur, always sleeping in the corner. My bedroom is small, but I really like it. It’s got a 45 degree ceiling. I have, above my wooden double bed, a window. I can sit there for hours on end, either watching the rain fall down and hit the glass or look up at the stars and see the reflection of the moon. My bedroom also consists of a wooden end table to the left of it. That’s it. It’s tiny. My bed takes up about 95% of it. But I really do love it. It’s peaceful.
So yeah, not much else to tell. You’re going to see a lot of the same thing over and over, probably. I’ll only write in this diary about once every week just to update my life. And I want you to be here with me when something great happens, because I know it will.
