Alone in love

Foreword

This is the closest I'll ever be to writing a diary.

Why not? Because in truth diaries are a bit gay, or at least that's what everyone thinks anyway. Instead this is just a collection of random thoughts put together like a novel or diary, written through the eyes of a made-up character, living the same life as myself and hopefully many other teenage boys. Although the events and names may not be completely true, I hope that the message and thoughts are still the same, and maybe someone else will see eye to eye.

This novel may not have much structure to it at all, and the chances of anyone reading this are slim, but at the very least it gives me a chance to write something down that I usually wouldn't in a stupid diary.

If all goes well, this novel will follow different events I experience, obviously altered and exaggerated, but as you can imagine, as a teenage boy, it mostly introduces the idea of girls into the picture. It is not just seeing and talking to girls however, it also affects the way boys behave around each other, and themselves, and how different it is to only a few years ago when we would spend endless hours in the park and at break times twatting a football against a battered goal.

From now on I will write the novel as James Hilton, a shy and stereotypically quiet, unconfident teenage boy, who has only just been introduced to the idea of growing up into the adult world. He is practically me, however due to my inability to grow the balls to write a proper diary, he will do as a compromise, allowing me to write without having the shame of being a seven-teen year old writing a fucking book, while others get pissed at a party somewhere.