DOLLY'S DIARY · ENTRY #001

Dear Diary, I Think I'm the Problem. 💋

November 13, 2026 · Los Angeles, California

Okay, so apparently I'm starting a diary.

Which is hilarious, considering I can barely commit to keeping my bedroom clean for more than 48 hours.

But here we are.

It's 1:17 a.m. in Los Angeles, I'm sitting cross-legged on my bed wearing an oversized band tee, there's a half-eaten pizza on my nightstand, and I'm pretty sure my neighbour hates me.

In my defence, 2000s punk rock sounds better when it's loud.

Anyway. Hi.

I'm Dolly. Dolly Vex.

I'm 25, I live in Los Angeles, and I've been told I have a bit of an attitude problem.

Personally, I prefer the term personality.

So, who the hell am I?

Good question.

I'm the girl who spends two hours getting ready just to end up at a drive-thru ordering fries.

I have an unhealthy obsession with black boots, pink things, silver jewellery and clothes that look like they've survived at least three rock concerts.

My wardrobe is approximately 80% black, 15% pink and 5% things I bought at 2 a.m. because some girl on Instagram looked amazing wearing them.

I love tattoos, late-night drives through LA, loud music, terrible horror movies and people who don't take themselves too seriously.

I also have a habit of saying exactly what I'm thinking.

Apparently that's not always appreciated.

Oops.

Life in the City of Angels

You know what nobody tells you about living in Los Angeles?

It's weird.

Like, really weird.

One minute you're watching the most beautiful sunset over the palm trees, feeling like you're the main character in some ridiculously expensive music video.

The next minute you're sitting in traffic behind a guy driving a Lamborghini while eating cereal out of a bowl.

True story.

Well, the Lamborghini part anyway.

I couldn't see what cereal he was eating.

But that's what I love about this city.

It's loud, messy, glamorous, ridiculous and completely unpredictable.

Kind of like me, actually.

Why am I writing this?

I could tell you I'm starting this diary to document my personal growth and journey of self-discovery.

But that sounds suspiciously like something a girl with a five-year plan would say.

And my current five-year plan is to figure out what I'm having for breakfast tomorrow.

The truth?

I have stories to tell.

Some are funny. Some are embarrassing. Some involve outfits I probably shouldn't have bought.

And some might make you question my decision-making abilities.

Fair.

But I also want somewhere I can just be myself.

No perfect Instagram poses. No pretending my life is some beautifully curated aesthetic.

Just me.

The good stuff, the messy stuff, the outfits, the adventures, the occasional existential crisis at 2 a.m.

And probably a few things my mother would prefer I kept to myself.

Sorry, Mum.

One last thing...

I don't know exactly where this little diary is going.

Maybe it'll turn into something amazing.

Maybe it'll just become a collection of mildly concerning stories from a blonde girl with pink streaks in her hair.

Either way, you're invited.

Pull up a chair. Steal some fries. Make yourself comfortable.

And if you're the kind of person who's ever been called too much...

I think we're going to get along just fine.

Stay weird, stay gorgeous, and don't let anyone convince you to be boring.

Love,

Dolly 💋

P.S. Serious question. Is owning 14 pairs of black boots excessive, or am I just getting started? Tell me in the comments. I need backup.