Dear diary,
This is the first of many times that I will write to you. My uncle tells me that it's good to write when I am feeling sad or stressed out. It's seeming to work wonders for me.
He is the one that bought me this beautiful diary that I am currently writing in. Everyone in the family has kept a diary or journal of some sort. Starting with Eubert Morgan in the 1600's. He was accused of using the devil's magic and was burned at the stake. This drove his son mad and the rest is history.
Anyway, sometimes things aren't the way that they appear or seem. You can hear highly of someone that is rich and they'll be a hellion. You can hear that someone is a bum and they turn out to be an angel.
Obviously with my dyed blonde hair, my dark and deep blue eyes, and my perfectly proportioned body, you would think that I would be an angel. That makes me laugh. I wouldn't go around trusting any angels if I were you. The devil was an angel once.....
