This is me in Grade Nine

This is my real diary from 9th grade. 1996-1997. I am rereading it, as I wished I would when I wrote it. I am sharing it as I wished I would when I wrote it. I can only hope that someone who feels the same can read this and know that in the end of this year, I got through it.

Monday, September 27

09-27-1996

Well, so far today hasn't sucked. It's been pretty good. but ina few minutes we will read some love poems, and I will probably cry. I'm getting kind of sad just thinking about it. I'm concerned with skip. His parents are over controlling and strict. Or at least from what I hear. ::sigh:: Not my problem. Not my problem, I can't help him.
I talked to Melissa last night. I miss her. She's got a lot of stuff to do. She also wants purple highlights.
I wish life were simpler. What makes it complex? Our Human minds I guess. Either That, or our society has gotten so complex, that we spend all our time trying to "Behave" properly, that we don't take care of ourselves.
-5mins of English.
I feel like shit. Cold. empty. The cat is out. I let him out. :sob:: It was an accident. He's not going to live. ::sob:: I'm sad. Damn. This sucks.

posted by Spam @ Monday, September 27, 2004

1 Comments:

At September 28, 2004 at 11:46 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

What a sensitive, insightful, and emotionally honest boy you were. I like your point about human minds.

No more lagging behind. I check this every day you know.

 

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