Dear Diary,

I don't like opening with “Dear Diary,” so that will be the first and last time I ever do that. It sounds silly and girly, which are two things that I am, but like to pretend that I’m not. Normally, when I write anything, I like to edit it and edit it until it sounds really pretty, but I’m not going to do that here, because who cares if my thoughts sound pretty? Actually, I do care about that! I like everything to look at sound pretty. That’s how I justify my shallowness.

God, my personality sounds so unattractive right now. I don’t want to be shallow, I just am, I guess. I hate when people are shallow, but I can’t help it. I should probably blame my parents. That's how it normally works, right? It's always the parents' fault. Anyway, I like everything to look and sound pretty, and I hate when people are intrinsically selfish.

I’m supposed to be cleaning my apartment right now, but I really do not want to. But I have to because 1) It’s really messy and 2) some boy is coming over. But I don’t really want to write about boys. I hate boys because all they care about is whether you’re pretty or not, having sex, and themselves. I hate when people make generalizations about an entire sex. So… that first thing was kind of supposed to be sarcastic.

Oh, something else about me is that I’m very confused. I don’t what I’m doing or what I want to do, but I know that I don’t want to be bored. That’s all.

Nikki, age 18