cleaning up is a problem.

there is this constant fear, that my mum will dig up stuff i throw, (she really does it) and see things i don't want her to see.

like scribbles in ANY notebook or piece of paper that i hate who and who in the family or vulgarities used to insult a particular person when we used to have disagreements.

What makes it worse, is that i have a habit of writing diaries since young. Most, are in notebooks or plain old school exercise books.

and hence there is a need to look through every single book i want to throw.

and thankfully, i found my primary school diary, lower sec diary, upper sec diary and lastly upper sec-pre uni diary.
4 diaries. all dirty secrets/crushes/gossips/silly thoughts that even i laughed about now.
and when i was madly trying to find the key to the last diary a few weeks before, it appeared out of nowhere now.

i am so glad since then, i have placed my trust to the virtual world, penning down my innermost thoughts to the computer as private posts which can be easily erased with a click of the mouse. (: