amavixox
10th March
Hi, my name is Daisy. Daisy Roberts to be exact. You may be wondering - twenty three days until what? Now, if someone asked me that question ten minutes ago, I probably would have said "-the day my dad ends up in the looney bin." But luckily, this isn't ten minutes ago and my dad just left the room.
I'll be turning 15 in twenty three days. Disappointing, right? But don't worry - there's plenty more where that came from. I've decided that I'll be keeping a diary of my life for that exact time. Why now? To be honest, I think diaries are bloody STUPID. It's like talking to a vlogging camera - except you're not even a youtube sensation and you're just talking to a notebook instead.
The weird thing is, I had this weird feeling that something or even multiple things were going to happen. Now, what's the best way to note that down? Of course, keeping a diary!
Don't worry though, nothing really happened today. As always I spent most of my time procrastinating while watching a romantic comedy. Ironic, isn't it? I'm here eating a packet of cheese and onion hula hoops while a ridiculously perfect couple on my beaming laptop screen are actually doing something with their lives on a beach in Eastbourne.
I better go now before my mum starts yapping at me again. I hope you're understanding enough. Oh wait, I forgot. I'm talking to myself. Whoops!
I'll update you tomorrow,
Daisy xx