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.

Wednesday, November 17

11-17-1996

Well, it's 11:14 P.M. School in 8 hours, 45 mins. I saw X-Files, perhaps I can strike up a conversation with Beth tomorrow.
::sigh:: It wasn't as easy to fall head over feet with Beth as it was w/ Johanne, and certainly not as easy as Shawna. Perhaps I'm developing natural "defenses," or a harsh coldness. I don't think I'm harshly cold, perhaps I'm learning. God, how odd. learning. When I die, all of my "learning" will be of no use. Oh well. life sucks, then you die. I don;t believe that, but I feel it.
"Life Sucks, Then you Die."

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