Monday, June 27, 1994
I consider myself popular with my friends. I also consider myself an individual. I am not a leader nor a follower. I have a lot of friends. Some are better than others. Some are nice and I can trust them, others I’m not so sure. I wish I had my own room. Most of my friends have their own rooms. I don’t want to be in the same room as my mom when she is mad. She has a short temper. Maybe I do too. I’ll try to work on it. It seems like I’m always in trouble. I wish my mom would tell me what to do.