
It is often said that someone who keeps a diary is not a happy person. Happy people don't need to pen their misgivings, their unworthiness or their unspoken words down. They live each day, keeping every second in their head because it is easy.
Compare this to someone who keeps a diary. Someone who always have something to write down, because most of the time, that diary is the one thing that sees the bad and the ugly.
You can judge me as you see fit; it is inevitable, an unstoppable facet of human nature. In the same, cruel way, I will judge you the way you judge me.
A little bit about me - I'm eighteen, cohabiting with my boyfriend, and I adore the people who care about me.
A wild teen, a partygirl - I've been there and lived through it. Now at 18, I'm living the life of a 25.
And you know what? Partying, chugging down shots - I don't miss any of it. Sure, sometimes I let my hair down, but what I love most is cuddling in bed in my PJs with the love of my life.
This is getting long - so I'll cut it. You can look at me through somebody else' eyes, but you'll always be doing that. Living without your own. I'm not looking for friends anyway, so I actually don't really need you to like me. I have met enough people to know that true friends, like true love, are just like ghosts. Everyone talks about it, but few have actually experienced it.
Hello there, I'm Mavis, and I'm actually not a bitch.