Rough Times

March 27, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Yes, I have lived through another mortal day.

At school, Kenton did not come to see us at recess (don't blame him), T. and I finally decided Andrea was a snob, and so on.

After violin lessons I stayed and babysat. Boy, I think I messed up. Sadie kept on crying, so I had to bring her into someone's lesson. I hope Mrs. D. understands. Well, she's a mom, of cource [sic] she does.

Then at home, Q. and I got into a big fight. Poor Quincy, I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to rip out my eyes.

Then last, to burn off steam, I went outside, and under the stars, Samson taught me how to be a cat. I was tranquility itself.

And now

Good night

From my house

To yours

*

Well, lifes been Ok. I've been trying to get more organized. I've also been trying to enjoy everything a little more.

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