Sociopath // vampire diaries au

Dear Diary (that’s how your supposed to start these things aren’t you?),

I am a sixteen year old girl who, as you will find out, is very social and happy most of the time. I love Chilly Heat Wave Doritos and apple juice. Pizza with no pineapple, mushrooms or peppers (yuck) – and potato waffles are my life.

I have one older brother, Liam – he’s in the army right now, due to return in about five months (this time is the longest he’s ever gone for) – and one younger brother, Scott, or ‘Scotty’ as I like to call him. Sure, they’re both pains in the bum but I love them, so.

 My mum, Gemma, thinks that it would be a good idea for me to write down my feeling and ‘stuff’ so that I can look back on this in later life.

Like, hello? Have you never heard of cameras or phones? Jeeze.

Anyway, I don’t have a dad – well I have one, but he’s just not around anymore. Mum says that he was a no-good quote unquote sonofabitch, and that I should just forget about him. I try, I mean, he left us but I just want to see him once, you know? Finally get some well-deserved answers.

Enough about him.

Today, we are moving back to America, a small, stupid town that nobody’s heard of before called Mystic Falls. It’s where I grew up, apparently. Of course, I don’t remember thank god. But, there are some upsides to moving, I suppose.

Like, I get to see Elena again (she’s been my best-friend since we were in nappies) and Bonnie and Caroline. As far as I know, they all still live there. We’ve kept in touch over the years, thanks to Skype, but it’s not the same as being able to talk to them in silence, you know?

Of course you don’t. You’re a stupid dairy. Rot on the shelves.

Elizabeth Marie Carter.

[it was about time i edited this. hope you like it.]