The Picture Story of an Orange-Haired Girl...Me!! =P

Hey! This is ME:

Not HER...

...I meant HER:-

So, let's start, ahem ahem...

Life's generally hard, from finding a job to finding a sincere soul-mate (=P), from I-have-to-get-good-grades-this-time to I-MUST-get-this-dress-but-it-costs-too-much. =(

First, frustration used to drive me crazy and I used to take it out on my friends and mom, wailing ={} ...shouting  =@ and complaining. =\

When this didn't work, I started writing a dear-diary =)

 Soon enough my secrets were inked inside, and I had to make a conscious effort to hide it from my family: I used to keep it in my school bag. =p

I thought it worked for four years, until I realized that my younger sister had been reading my diary all along (and that I found out by reading her diary =D )

Anyway, so once I had a serious fight with her (sisters are intruders when they're against you). She informed me indifferently that she would "get back at me soon enough", but I had my own airs. I sniffed at her and went to my usual evening school. By the time I got back, well, there were a lot of questions to be answered...by ME. =o

Since then I made it clear to myself that diaries were unfaithful companions. In really frank words, they turn your heart naked in front of the coldest company. =P