Peng stared suspiciously at the book held firmly between my fingers. It was a bright pink colour with the word secrets written boldly on the cover, honestly, it was pretty much an eye sore if I do say so myself
" What the hell if I may ask is that suppose to be?"
" Are you blind or something? You can see it's clearly a journal" I said with an eye roll. It was bad enough this was the only colour I could get my hands on but I was sure even a fool could guess what it was
Peng seemed even more confused by this. His gaze flickered from the book and back to me
" Why do you need a journal? Is this a phase your going through?"
" No peng, this isn't some phase. My life has been a hectic mess for sometime now, I think it would be convenient to write a biography about it"
" Your writing?!" Peng
