Dear Diary,
I have always been told that I was beautiful. I mean. With blonde hair like mine and my wide crystal blue eyes and a full pink mouth anyone would say I'm beautiful. But I'm more than a pretty face. That's my secret. I want to DO something. Something that will change the world. But who can I tell? I mean everyone thinks I have nothing up in my head. Maybe they're right. Maybe I'm only pretty and that's it. I mean I can't do multiplication very well. Or read books without pictures. But I don't want to be another dumb blonde. But will I? Probably not. I mean I'm a beautiful blonde, what else could I be?
