Something most people don’t understand is me. Scratch that, no one understands me. They don’t understand how utterly humble I am. That’s why I’ve decided to officially change my name to HumbleLina. They call me a braggart. But as I sit here on my pristine leather couch, sipping my 200-year-old bottle of wine, in my one-of-a-kind glorious mansion, I wonder why? Why, darlings, why?
I swear at times I feel so peeved by this unfairness I feel I need to go a world trip to clear my head — in my private jet of course. When my jet will fly over the clouds, I can calmly listen to the popstar singing privately for me and then I can calm down.
See you tomorrow, dear diary!
