It was a Sunday when we first met. I remember that because I was wearing my 'Sunday' socks; pink and long, all the way up to my thighs, decorated with glittery butterflies. They sound like the kind of socks your little sister would wear to a party but I wore them purely to keep up this cute 'n' quirky vibe I've got going on...not because I actually thought they looked good. Anyway, back to my reason for starting this diary. I decided a few months ago (and only started to put the plan into action now) that I would document my whole teenage life, starting from the day I turned 16 (I know they say you're a teenager when you turn 13 but, to be honest, the life of a 13 year old is not exactly the makings of a bestselling novel, now, is it?) and ending, well, in the present. Starting from the day I met Christian; ending the day my life fell apart.
