Frida Kahlo's Judgemental Stare

It all started with Frida Kahlo's judgemental stare.

Her eyebrow (note the singular) was giving me this disappointed glare. With a banging hangover and the race to clean my wreck of a house, I sluggishly flipped Frida's face over.

Besides I'm 16 why would I want a diary? Little would I know that I would come to rely on that cheap little blank book, with its patchwork floral pattern layered with a portrait of Frida Kahlo pasted on top of it. It wasn't by any means beautiful nor was it ugly- however - somehow I had developed this affection for it that grew over time. Something about its oddity was captivating. Anyways, I found myself pouring my heart and inner rantings into it over the past couple of years. So welcome to the mind of Naomi Watts because I've been chronically honest and written down almost every single one of my thoughts into it....