Dear Diary,

So here I am on a Christmas Eve all alone, and I can't sleep. A couple of days ago, some kind soul left a lovely note outside my door telling me they heard me practicing one night and that it sounded beautiful. It was very encouraging. Perhaps too encouraging.

I feel all awkward and imaginative, in a hopeless, romantical sort of way. I don't think the movies I've been watching lately have been helping that much. Sometimes I can be such a girl...

~Merry Christmas~