Camera shy.

So, I'm sitting here in doonas' listening to the rain tapping away on the tin roof at 11:38am, August 11th. It' s Winter. It's cold. And I've started a blog to try and remember who I am. Diaries of the Twenty-first century.


I feel like a cat in sunshine.


Being 18, being a girl. I just moved from one small town to an even smaller one. It has one pub, a bed and breakfast, sleazy fat balding men, and thousands of acres of wheat and oats and sheep. It is sandwiched between two huge inland metropolitans, which I visit with the wide-eyed marvel of a small child.


I have secrets. These will be pulled like chains through this blog.


I don't eat.
I toy with men.
I'm indecisive.
I feel like a liar.
I need work.
I CRAVE to work.
I need more education. I need university.


I could be anyone. You might see me in the street.
I hope you do. Recognise me. Please.


Welcome to my scribblings.