My Not-So-Personal Diary

Almost everybody have their diary, the one that knows us better than anybody else.

When I was a little girl of eight and I couldn't speak to my mom about something, I used to write it in my diary and keep that on her bed, hoping that she would read it.

But she was too good to touch her little princess's secret.

This 'childhood story' might already has given you a rough idea about how much I wanted to keep things to myself.

Not even a bit.

Twelve years later, I'm still the same.

This is my diary. Open for all to read.

No incidents (if you are looking for any) only the emotions.

Give it a try. I swear you won't regret it. (Well I hope so.)

See you on the first chapter.