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- Got woken up at 07:09 today, 21 minutes before my usual waking-up time, to the news of going to the coastal bazaar with mother, auntie and grandmother. When would the people of this house understand my hate to this specific place? Probably never.

- I hate being on a vacation because I can predict what would happen during it, therefore, my schedule gets ruined all the time.

- The place was charming, that I have to admit. The weather was so cold that I felt like my fingers are turning onto ice-cubes and that made me feel so, unbelievably happy. The atmosphere was filled with the smell of Bokour (even though I hate it more than life) and the voices of the people, mostly the tourists. Tourists are nice. I love tourists. They are the best. Tourists deserve to be given golden stars. All of them deserve one or two. All of them. All. Of. Them.

- One of the tourists in there was an American, blonde lady. I heard her speaking to a shop keeper enthusiastically about her vacation: she is staying for 6 weeks and is then going to Netherlands. She looked so happy to share that with him and he was nice enough to pay attention to her and respond to every word she said so politely. I was this close to bow to his beautiful soul, but that would have looked awkward and hard to explain afterwards, especially for mother.

- A local, teenage girl, not older than myself, walked by the pretty lady I mentioned earlier. When she was away enough for the lady not to hear, she started imitating her using a squeaky voice, sending her other two friends laughing madly. I wanted to punch her in the face until her eyeballs dropped-out, but I also want a decent future and a clean criminal record, so I refrained myself from committing a murder. (hardly, that is.)

- I can't believe how many unkind people this world holds. It angers me deeply. Making fun of people is not as hilarious as you think and definitely not necessary as well, so you need to hold your tongue, you little piece of trash.

- Also, today, I learned how to write the word "tongue". I order you to clap for my highness.

- Also, today, I bought a sick-looking switchblade for super cheap. It has a pointy tip, tiny torchlight, a tool to use at engraving and a can opener. Mother told me that my face does not do my personality any justice because I look like an adorable, twelve-year-old angel who is as nice as a butterfly, while, in reality, I am a manipulative, sadistic neat-freak who makes a big deal out of everything and wants nothing but misery to the world. I win at life, suckers.

- Grandma is leaving to go back to our country, even though the place is a mess and exceedingly dangerous for her to got to. She insisted, though, because she wants to meet up with some relatives. I will never understand why would she endanger her own life for some people who couldn't care less about what happens to her. It really bothers me. The worst part is that she knows that they don't care and still go through all of them just for the sake of them. The amount of ungrateful scum in here is increasing in here and that angers me as well.

- *shrugs* Today was meh.