I was 14 in the year 2000, and I started a diary. A secret place I could pour all my teenage angst because nobody else UNDERSTOOD ME. The cringe is almost too much...at least Adrian Mole was a work of fiction (and brilliance). Mine - well, mine is a work of teenage acne, insecurity and tantrums. And I'll read a little bit on Fridays to give you a laugh. Early Paula on Early Breakfast.
This week: I smooched a boy who FORGOT HE GOT OFF WITH ME. Quelle horreur!
By the way; if you knew me back then, chances are you'll make a guest appearance. Nobody is safe (or liked, for that matter).
