Dear Diary...

Life is Life

Ellie's - 1.1.16

Just a forewarning - I don't want to do this. Diaries are stupid, straight.up.stupid. But Kylie said it would be a great way to preserve our memories and I just can't say no to her so....here I am. Writing a diary I don't want to write.

Anyway.

Kylie said to do a little introduction, which makes no sense because aren't I meant to be the only person reading this? I suppose it could help if I got amnesia.

My name is Ellie, Ellie Chambers. Eleanor if you wanna get real fancy. I'm an orphan (whee), which means I could become Batman if I wanted. Batwoman, whatever. My mum died when I was 1. Cancer. And then my dad took a dive into the deep end. Drugs, alcohol, addiction - the perfect combination to make my early life suck as much as possible. In the end, he took a literal dive of the deep end - into concrete, and I was placed into an orphanage at the ripe old age of 4. I spent most of my toddler days before the orphanage being either A) ignored or B) hit. He blamed me. I didn't understand what had happened to my dad, didn't understand what had happened to my mum, but I survived. Mainly with the help of Kylie. She helped me when I found out what had really happened to my parents. They hadn't just 'gone away', as I was told so many times.

God, I still remember just sitting in shock when I found out. My dad had killed himself. Left me alone to rot. His choice. Kylie helped me so much that day. Honestly, she's the only real family I have left. I have an aunt, but I wouldn't count her as family in a million years. I've only seen her twice - once when she came to explain to me why she couldn't look after me ('I've got too much on my plate already' yeah, your 25 cats), and the second time when she came to explain in more detail my parents demise. She was all clinical and detached actions, as though she couldn't care less what happened to me.

So, that's me. Stuck in an orphanage until I get adopted, which is unlikely, because who would adopt a 13 year old? You miss all the adorable baby years and skip straight to the crazy teenage years. I'm not really waiting for someone to adopt me. What I'm waiting for is my 18th birthday. Because then - then, in 5 years time, I'm legally and adult, k ditch the orphanage and my life really begins. I'm gonna get an old van, fix it up, dress it up, work in my free time, maybe fit college in there somewhere, and once I've saved up, I'm gonna go on a road trip. Do all 48 inland states, then head on down to the Americas, take a boat to Africa, do Europe and Asia, then head to Polynesia. Make my money busking and drawing tourists, do odd jobs, it's gonna be me against the world and maybe then I'll be able to breath easy. And Kylie...I dunno. I've always pictured her with a stable life when she's all grown up, a husband, a cat, maybe a baby on the way, a steady source of income and living in some suburbs with perfect hedges. Not the crazy world road trip I'm planning to do. And after the trips done? I have no clue. No idea what to do with my life once I've finished my world tour, and I can't wait.

But unfortunately, right now, life is life. Boring, repetitive, suffocating life.

In other news, Kylie's birthday was today! Me and Tessa worked together to make a cake. And just to be clear, if I had a choice, I would not be working with Tessa. She's stuck up and bratty. But we managed to work together anyway, and Kylie's birthday went off without a hitch. Well, besides the Mexican food truck. I was all for getting food from a slightly dodgy truck,but Tessa. Ugh, Tessa. Live a little, woulda love? A bad taco ain't gonna kill you. Anyway, Tessa did not join us in the food truck fun. Her loss.

That's pretty much all that happened today so......

Bye.