Chapter 1.
I want to introduce myself, because I have a feeling that I'll be filling these 208 pages of this diary pretty soon.
My name is Taylor Alison Swift. I grew up in Wyomissing, Pennsylvania. I now live in Nashville to pursue my career in music. I go to Hendersonville High School. My best friend is a red head named Abigail Anderson. My brother is Austin and my parents are Andrea and Scott Swift. I am currently 15 years old, and my life is very confusing. I thought I was dating this guy named Mark, I mean, we kissed and he said that he loved me, but then I said, "Hey boyfriend." and he was like, "Um, I'm not your boyfriend anymore." I didn't even know that we broke up! And then this other guy, I think his name is Ed, went up to me and said, "Hi girlfriend." All I said was, "I don't remember me even talking to you. Get away from my locker." I am such an idiot. He was cute, too.
Why am introducing myself to me? I mean, no one else is going to read this. I hope. I think. If Austin's ever going to read this, this my message to him:
Get out of my room right now. I told everyone to KNOCK first. If you didn't knock, and you came I my room without permission, I am not going to trust you with anything ever again. Get out now.
Well, it's, like, 11:30 at night right now. Oh, I forgot! I don't have school tomorrow because of snow! Yay, a snow day! Good, because I want to sleep in. Thank you, Mother Nature, thank you.
Wow, I'm really boring, aren't i? Well, nothing is going on right now. Ooh! Let me give you a very detailed paragraph about what's around me. My reading teacher is all about details! Might as well put some practice in.
It's pitch black, with little light from my dim reading light. I hear nothing, but the hum of the light. I can see hardly anything, but my old, yellow diary and pink, bold pen. I am very bored, and not tired at all. I can feel the comfort of my comfy, fluffy comforter. I think that is the comforters job, to comfort me. I have ugly, but very warm, sweat pants on and a lime green shirt that says, "Wanna Cuddle?" and it's very ugly. I taste the dark red blood from my little cheek that I bit very hard. I smell nothing but my lotion from Bath & Body Works that smells like yummy sugar cookies with vanilla, tasty frosting and small, chocolate sprinkles. You are welcome for the five senses.
I hope you enjoyed the very awkward description.
Well, I should go to bed.
Goodnight.
Love,
Taylor
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Sorry for the short chapter. It was the intro.
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