Diary | Age 13 | Tacoma
Under the cercomstances [sic] I believe I shall be in debt to my mother for [infinity symbol] now since today, I went on a shopping spree. Not only did I buy a sickening array of valentine-making material, but..
..my mother bought me three expensive pairs of skin tight pants. I think I needed to treat myself..
..though but chances are I do not deserve it. Keep reading →
Diary | Age 17 | Tacoma
Hearing Mike talk about his trip to Manitoba for some reason really bothers me. Maybe it is a sort of jealousy towards those he was with because they got to share this great experience.
To be honest, his stories often hurt me.
Perhaps this is because I really had nothing at all to do with this time in his life. Keep reading →
Diary | Age 17 | Tacoma
Schedule is changed and I am now in Chamber Orchestra. Very good. But I am not so sure about some of my other classes. It’s the people (students) mostly. No one cares!
Mikey broke my glass light fixture today by accident. It was rather funny really.
But I keep finding nasty little shards in the strangest places. In my bed? Terrible. Keep reading →
Diary | Age 17 | Tacoma
I hope I never compromise my body’s happiness to money in future jobs. At the moment, just education isn’t seeming to be worth it.
Things are looking okay. Over my week of emotional insanity (highest estrogen) Mike is so good to me.
Terrible dreams of betrayal. Sometimes him, sometimes me.
Though I know they are nothing more than our opposite selves, they frighten me. Keep reading →
