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.

Saturday, November 6

11-06-1996

Well, It's second period, wednessday, the worst day of teh week. So far this day doesn't suck, but there's still time. It sucks every week.
why is it that I try to make myself depressed? Why do I picture claire at home, tears running down her face, writing a song about the anguish I caused her? I was/am so blind. all the obvious clues she gave me. She tried to break up w/ me, and we were separated for a day. why did she call me up and apologize if she didn't really like me? pitty? She knows. Looking back, it is utterly obvious. Being there, blinded by love, everythign was great. I sucked. I suppose I still do. ::sigh:: Noone....Never.....
later Well, my psychologist thinks I should tell skip how annoying he is, that sometimes his advice isn;t needed, but I like him, nad say why. that sounds OK, it would probably kill him though. Dr. Gero doesn't buy the Wacko religion thing. Could everything Skip has told me (in the strictest Confidence) be B.S.?
it it is, I'm going to be pissed. I think I would hate him. I would feel used. I wouldn't turn on him, I would just stop associating with him.
Hmm, ok. I'm tired.
sleepy-bye for SPAM.

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