I'm in my twenties now, but I have kept a diary on and off since I was fourteen. What I like best(most)best about a diary is that, unlike a blog, nobody but youI will ever read it. That means youI can be completely honest in it! The other day, I found one of my diaries from my teenaged(teenage)teenage years whilewhen I cleaned out the attic. I had wrapped it in clothes and hidden it in an old suitcase. (I was goinghad gone to get great lengths to make sure nobody ever found my diaries!) The entry for May 15th, 2005, which was my sixteenth birthday, read, "I am now officially grown up, but I still can't learn to drive! Who invents these rules?!!!" thenThen I remembered that I'veI was always complainedcomplaining about something at that age ! It was so funny that, once I was startingstarted reading it, I couldn't stop.