I didn't plan to write a whole story about my life. Honestly, I barely manage to finish homework on time. But something happened today, and my brain won't leave it alone.
So here I am - katherine, 17, class 10th, Delhi writing the kind of stuff people only write when their world suddenly feels thinner, like you can poke a finger through reality and it might tear.
It started like every normal morning.
Mom arguing with the gas lighter.
The neighbour sweeping the corridor like she's sweeping away everyone's happiness.
My bag half zipped,
Me half awake.
Just normal things.
Then the first weird thing.
My phone walpaper had changed.
Not a big deal, right?
Expect I never changed it.
And this wasn't any picture I had
It was a picture of a novel.
I was shocked, but I was kinda intrested in it too for a bit i forgot that I'm not the one to change this wallpaper but I thought I will find out after finding about this novel and i started to search about it and then I found a novel named, The Girl In The Dairy. exactly like the walpaper on my phone that changed overnight and then I started exploring it and the diary that I explored and it goes like this -
Title page
Chapter number one
The Girl In The Diary
A novel inspired by the everyday life of Jess
Where each days feels normal until it doesn't.
I am jess and a teenager who is in her seventeen right now, and in studying in class 12th, and lives in South Delhi. well it's the capital of India as you know, and I'm writing diary right now, actually I don't really like to write diaries but still I don't have any other options, since I can't talk to anyone or can't say anything loudly cause I'm just too bad at explaining, expressing and trusting and also, it's not like I have someone with whom I can talk to without thinking anything.
Anyways just forget it let's start now.
My name is Jess. and this story is built from pieces of my real life-
My thoughts, my confusions, my fears, the things I can't always say out loud, and the things people rarely notice.
This isn't a perfect story.
It's not a fairy tale.
It's not a love story either.
It's just my life.
The version i usually keep inside my head.
Some parts are true, some parts feel true, and some parts... I'm still trying to understand myself.
I didn't started writing to impress anyone.
I started because I had to.
Because sometimes life becomes too heavy to carry inside.
So you have to put it on paper.
If this story feels a little too real, that's because it is.
If it feels confusing, that's because I am.
If it feels lonely, that's because no one sees the things happening inside me until it's too late.
But if you're reading this -
Maybe you will.