The Diary of Nina
How dare she; she knows that I don’t want her driving my new car, but she just doesn’t listen.
Dina has no respect for me or my things; of course, she has always been this way. (I don’t know why I keep thinking she is going to change.) I just can’t believe that she took my car, without asking and drove downtown to shop (like she honestly needs anymore new clothes).
I was so angry that morning (once I saw my gas gauge pointing at ‘E’) that I refused to speak with her. Honestly, I don’t think she cared or even noticed. She was too busy starring at her new hairdo in the mirror, to hear my string of curses. I never realized how truly vain and self-absorbed Dina was. I remember mutual friends complaining to me about her and her thoughtlessness, but, like a good sister, I always defended her. Not anymore, diary, she has snapped the last thread of kindness I had for her. The only reason I’ve let her live with me this long, was because she promised to help with the bills (I’ve had a hard time making ends meet). Well, she hasn’t paid her half of the rent in over three months; so much for helping out. I just don’t know what I am going to do….
She is my sister afterall, but something is going to have give, diary or I will end up doing something rash. Well, my head is aching and I just can’t sit and think about Dina any longer. I will write more later, once I’ve calmed down.
Nina
