10-23-1996

Well, today was a pretty normal day. I sat downstairs and wrote poems about my nothingness, and being nobody. It all seems silly now, but I meant it when I wrote it. Beth, Julie, and Nui came over to me after the bell rang, and they talked to me. for no reason! And they were smiling! wow! they were saying how it's time to go to class, and Julie offered me her hand to help me up. I'm not sure if I took it. I was too depressed to be thinking properly. But minutes later I got ove rmy depression, at least the most of it. I went to Dr. Gero's today. Wow. He's good. He says I should get a friend in french. Damn. Skip is odd. Everytime I rub it in how Mercedes built parts for gas chambers and incinerators during WWII, he gets all pissed off. Sheesh.
Am I selfish for wanting my seat in English? I was there first, and I love my seat. Darryl and Kevin move in so they can pay better attention. I feel so sorry for Darryl. he really seems like he is struggling. Oh well.
Night -I'm turning Japanese (unknown artist)