That’s the thing with diaries, they’re like movies. They’re just stories, filled with the things I saw and the things I felt. But when I look around, I see that everyone’s the protagonist of their own story. And the thing about stories is that not all of them have a happy ending. But some do.
Do you know who I’m most worried about? It’s not my parents, and it’s not the lads at college. It’s Finn. We’ve been mates since primary. We’ve had sleepovers, we’ve topped and tailed in the same bed. When he finds out, I don’t want him thinking back to them times and getting the wrong idea. He’s my mate, you know?
“In her head, she can’t see why he wants to be with her - he should be with a skinnier girl or a prettier one. And this poor boy has no idea what’s going on: he just loves her and wants to be with her.”