The Queen Bitch is at it again, trying to cause a rift between me and my relatives, spreading stupid rumours and gossiping about me to them, putting words I've never said (rather, words that SHE SAID.) into my mouth, using me as the bloody scapegoat while I was out celebrating the lantern festival with the dear cousins.

The triple Ks are no longer considered dear considering how rude they are to me.

We had bonfires and made hearts with candles. Celebration with tradition is slowly dying.

No longer do you see kids running around with lanterns in their hands anymore.

Tragedy.