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 … Continue reading Mortification Monday
Mortification Monday
Sunday, June 26th, 1994 Dear Diary, I'm back. I stopped writing for awhile because I found an old journal and I fixed my diary. I'm writing in here because I need a lot of space to express my feelings. I wish I had my own room! And my own bathroom. I could finally have some … Continue reading Mortification Monday
Bad Poetry Friday
Friend (c. 1993) I had a friend she was my best she was like a sister she understood me she knew me well and I loved her. I had a friend we laughed we cried I talked to her she always listened we never fought she got me out of trouble and I loved her … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Mortification Monday
August 6th, 1993 Dear Diary, If you described me, you'd describe me as 4'9, 75 lbs, blond, blue-green eyes, 7th grader, likes exercising, reading, writing, cleanness, horses, every animal, country music, Garth Brooks, weather, baseball, and Braves. Dislikes hockey, football, messes, sharing rooms, slobs, washing dishes, red meat, Brussel sprouts, mean teachers, jocks, and snobs. TV … Continue reading Mortification Monday
Bad Poetry Friday
In Love Again (c 1993) She swore she'd never love again but she's falling for him she doesn't want to take the chance of getting hurt being used and treated like dirt she doesn't want to get close enough to feel the feelings that are real she doesn't want to hold or touch she's been … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Mortification Monday (three days late)
July 21, I hate parents. Or at least mine. No one tels me anything. I'm in a foul mood today. It all started with my sister not going to Learningwell with my dad. She is a super brat. I mean it. The rain hasn't made my mood any better. We had to drive super brat … Continue reading Mortification Monday (three days late)
Bad Poetry Friday
Untitled (c. 1993) When you hugged me you held me a little too close You smiled at me and I looked into your eyes I wanted to hold you and kiss you tenderly I tried to get you to notice me The me inside I wanted you to look into my heart and see that … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Mortification Monday
July 18th, 1993 Dear Diary, This morning when I awoke I realized that never again would my dog, Baron, wake me up with his wet nose or would lay on the floor next to my bed during storms. It's good to remember the past. But nothing will change the fact that I miss him. We're … Continue reading Mortification Monday
Mortification Monday
Warning! This is a sad one. July 17, 1993 Dear Diary, It started off as any day except no writer's camp. I stayed home. Mu mom had been up with my dog all night. He was having problems. My mom called the vet and made an appointment. I let my dog Baron outside for a … Continue reading Mortification Monday
Mortification Monday
We're going back in time to the summer of 1993 when I was Writer's Camp. I never said my writing was good. July 12th, 1993 I awoke early. 5:59 a.m. Excited. Anxious. Nervous. Face it, I was having second thought about writer's camp. Thoughts and questions rolled through my head. Would I know anybody? What … Continue reading Mortification Monday
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