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 3

11-3-1996

Well, this weekend was eventful. I went to the computer show, looking for a Jaz disk, but they were all out. I did buy NFSSE, a racing game that I don't think is too cool, and warcraft II. An Awesome game. It rules. in 4 years, looking back on this, I will probably laugh at my frivelous wase of $$$, but it isn't only a game. It's an escape. It makes me take my mind off of my Depression. That is, assuming that I still have this miserable chart of my unhapiness w/ me in 4 years. Hey, maybe I'll be dead. not funny. Currently, I'm not depressed enough to truly appreciate that last comment.
::sigh::
I still believe Shawna is the vision of all that is beautiful. She is a goddess. Hey! No she's not! she was leading me on! She's a woman of ice. A beautiful, and unique as a snowflake, but as cold and harsh as a winter storm.
-The warmth encroaches.::sob::

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