10-11-1996 A mirror of my mind, everything was fine.

Today was teh day the grim reaper walks around and selects peopel every 18 minutes, to represent how many people are killed because of drunk drivers. If skip go tpicked, would he be able to not interract all day?
Hmmm. Well, 12 mins left in my study Hall. Better get to Work.

Johanne,
I Oh forget it. I can't do this. It's first period. I probably shouldn't even write this letter. It might make her think I'm trying to make her like me. But why should she hate me?
Damn it. Maybe I'll just get over her. Ya think? I'm twitchy. My body is shaking and nervious. Is because of my near run in with death? I doubt it?
:: I have french next wee. My least favorite class. It is so... so... so.. It isn't fun.
Thoughts of childhood seem silly now, but the feelings stay.
-Divorce
Marian Stockhart (8th grade)

We need to write a poem now. English.
Her eyes. Her hair. Her face. An Angel. My angel. My hopes My cares. My love. Returned. Clamped off. Rejected. Did she return it? Or did she simply reflect it? A mirror of my mind, everything was fine. It all ended.

I am crazy. a madman. a sadman. the sandman of my mind keeps it away. Shielding me, as it kills itself.

She scowls. I smile. I cry. She smiles. I scowl. I cry.