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.

Friday, October 29

10-29-1996

Today was better. skip is in the corner sharpening his knife. We hiked to the giant sequoias today. They are huge. I never dreamt that trees taht big existed. It was right out of a fantasy novel. Wow. Cool. No depression today. Well, it's only 10pm. There's always time.
Oh yeah. It's raining. It's fucking raining. Cuyamaca. Hell's Campground. Curry Village. Hell's Kitchen. Bathroom? Bathroom w/ nice wallpaper? Hell's Drainage Ditch. That's it. At the Sequoias it was snowing. Fun. Cold. Wet. but fun. I pegged johanne in the chest with a snowball. I smile thinking about that. I also got Sarah, I got melissa a lot. life feels empty. Judy says the girls like my hair. If so, why don't they say so? I think it's horrible.
::sigh:: I knew it wasn't too late. The familiar warm blanket has arrived to deliver me to Dreamland.
-Nexus

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