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@ Tuesday, October 7, 2008 | 1:17 PM | comment? - 0 comment(s)
what the hell rights do they have to read my diary. its my diary and a diary is meant to be personal. they dont even have the rights to go and touch my things okay. and now, i have to explain for what i wrote in it. its my diary get it? MY DIARY. what rights do you even have to go and touch my things let alone read its contents. maybe keeping a diary is not such a good idea with such kind of people who intrude into others privacy. what the fuck. hate them. why do i have to explain it to you? its my diary and i can fucking choose what i wanna write in it. its not up to at all. what the hell is the problem with them. i am so fed up now i dont know what to do. i just want to pack up and leave the god damn house. i dont think it can even be called a home omg,in a home we give each other our own private space and we do not take,read,remove anything that does not belong to us. what fucking right do you have to read my diary.what right.i just wish you would disappear infront of me right now.god damn, and i am not going to cry over this cause i have been enough of a loser, screwing up my studies and friendship and captain for netball. screw her.