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.

Thursday, November 11

11-11-1996

Ok, I didn't write yesterday. So sue me. Jesse spent the night. I broke his serial port. I couldn;t see Geoff, because Jesse was here, and I feel so guilty. I like Geoff, but it seems like I don't. ::sigh::
I splurged. I spent $90 on a Virtual Pilot Pro thing. It's like a sterring wheel. It has plenty of buttons, and it looks crappy. but if I don't like it, I can return it. I basically got it for a week.
I found this great place online, on irc it's called #depressed. I talk to other depressed people, and stuff. I didn;t know that the ops were depressed, and I started criticising one of them, and I was told off. I felt liek shit. still do. I apologized, was un-banned. Apologized, and I guess things are cool.
I want to go home.
-until next time.

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