Here I am, my beloved Diary, ready once again to confide in you. Ready to pour out my innermost thoughts, as I always do, only to you. Here alone can I open my heart and speak about what I truly feel. How many pens have helped me share my story with you? How many nights have I fallen asleep with my head resting on your open pages, my hand still holding the pen, as if I could write my thoughts in my sleep? Of course, my parents don’t understand why I spend so many hours bent over my desk, writing line after line, baring my soul, when I could be doing a bunch of other things to have fun. But you understand, my friend. Phew…

Okay. Shall we start today with some details? Since this diary is new, I’ll start from the beginning. I’m Caitlin Donnelly. I’m seventeen, in the last year of Saindyside High School. I’m not that bad. I’d say I’m a solid seven. I have rather nice, blondish wavy hair that reaches my shoulders. I’m neither too tall nor too short, neither too fat nor too thin. I have a nice smile, although my two front teeth stick out a bit. My friend, Julie, says my eyes are my best feature because they’re so round, dark, and serious.