So I Did It Again Yesterday ...

I keep sneaking into my little sister's room to read her diaries when she’s not around. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’m doing this out of some sick fascination with her private life or anything... She just writes about everything in there, from crushes to fights we had at home and how she feels after them. Sometimes she calls me out on stuff I do that annoys her but doesn't ever talk to me face-to-face about it.... It’s weird because reading what she writes actually helps me understand her better than when we argue in person, you know? But then... Then every time I promise myself I’ll never open the diary again, and yet here I am doing it for the umpteenth time. Why can’t I just talk to her directly instead of hiding behind a notebook full of secrets....