Dear Diary
Hi. I don’t really know how to start this. Maybe I should introduce myself? Um, my name is Jo. Short for Joana. I was fine with Joana until one day I decided I didn’t look like a Joana. I looked more like a Jo. Now that you know me, I’ll tell you why the hell I’m writing in you right now. I know, it must suck to have your privacy invaded all the time, but hey, that’s what you’re here for right? Anyway, I have been requested by my mom to write in a diary for a while. You’ll understand why later. I don’t really want to do it. I have a tendency to ramble about stuff and I’m honestly scared for my pen. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a huge talker or whatever. I actually rarely talk out loud. But once I start writing, I can’t stop. Maybe my body needs a release of all the thoughts stored in my head and has no other way to do it but through writing. I don’t know.
Anyway, my mom promised not to read this, and I trust her because she gives me a lot of privacy. Maybe too much. Well, enjoy! I guess...
