Diary | Age 16 | Tacoma
Saturday or Sunday
“In case you were counting, I took three licks.” -Mike.
Friday: really nice, absolutely lovely.
Saturday: wonderful, very good.
Saturday night/Sunday morning: fucked – I don’t want to talk about it.
Sunday: not good in the beginning – but eventually it’ll be okay – I mean it was.
Diary | Age 16 | Tacoma
I awoke at 2:00 AM this morning with the most severe lower abdominal pain I have encountered in my life. I was so angry and upset.
My father drove me to the Allenmore medical center emergency room. There, a group of very kind people examined, poked, and proded [sic] me.
A woman took my blood but I didn’t panic.
They gave me new antibiotics (it was the other that caused my pain) and a narcotic pain killer. Keep reading →
Diary | Age 16 | Tacoma
I am incredibly tired and cold right now (up late working on my Da Vinci report). But I had to mention that Michael Frasier is the most wonderful thing in the world. I love him absolutely and would happily spend the rest of my life with him. (I won’t be surprised if I do).
Always Sera
