 She got into my diary, read it and then used about dozen pages at the back to write down a commentary/critique of my private thoughts and why they were wrong. And she didn't tell me she did it. I found them by chance and I literally read only a sentence before I saw red. Suddenly hot, instant headache and ears throbbing I ripped the pages she wrote on out and threw them straight into the fire place. I never wrote in a diary every again either. It's been almost 14 years now and I still can't bring myself to start one so I understand.