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My Diary-- 14 Years Old---Part 2

Part of: Literati , Trick Or Treat

Breakfast: piece of leftover French toast

I found one of my old diaries at my parents’ house the other day. I think it’s pretty safe to say that at least my mom has read it. I will be posting a few more of these before going back to regular programming. I haven’t written anything personal in a while, so I’ve decide to share this--eek. All names have been changed.

Dear Diary,

God! I’m so fucking sick of my parents. Mostly Mom! I’m not a fucking kid anymore. If I want to get a ride from Chris to school I will. I don’t care what my parents say. They are such hypocrites. They say how responsible I am and how proud they are that I get good grades and then they don’t let me date. I’ll just sneak out. If I can’t go to a party I will. I’m not going to let them ruin my life. I’d just love to see what they will do when I get my car. God damn them! Someday I will do something to really rebel against them.

Well, I went out to lunch today with Rebecca, Monica and Chris. I really like Chris. He’s funny and cute.

[I added back the real swear words I used. I guess it's mean to censor myself at 15 years old]

Dear Diary,

Oh my God!! I went to THE CURE on Friday and it was soooo cool!!! It was at the Dodger Stadium and we had horrible seats (the 4th section). I went with Rebecca and Annie. Annie works for Rebecca’s dad and she’s so cool. She’s 24 and she has a white Acura Integra (the car I want) I ♥ THE CURE. The concert was so cool. AHHH! On [I changed to cursive writing] Tuesday school starts. [cursive ends here]. My hand writing is so horrible. Well I gotta go.

P.S. I talked to Amy from camp today.

Dear Diary,

God! My mom is really pissing me off. I just said that I was going for a walk and she thought that I was going to Chris and Paul’s house. This is strange that I found you in a weird place where I don’t think I put you. I need a lock. I may as well lie to my mom if she’s going to treat me like I’m untrustworthy. Dad’s pretty cool he’s not so untrusting and overprotective like mom.

Well getting off the subject of parents I’m kind of worried about Chris. He was supposed to get back from San Francisco last night but he didn’t and his car still isn’t back and by the way the reason that I wanted to go for a walk is because I wanted to see if his car was there.

Last Friday I talked to Chris and Paul. Paul now knows that I like Chris. I’m not too happy about that. Chris said that he’d call me from San Francisco and Sunday night when he got back but he didn’t. He said that he’d get me a Greenpeace sticker.

Also when I was talking to him I said something like are you just a friend or do you like me more than a friend. Then I was going to say do you like me more than a friend but he got off the phone and I started talking to Paul. I saw Paul after math and asked him where Chris was. He said “I don’t know, but he’s somewhere in L.A.” Where the hell is he?

Yesterday I got this really cool shirt at the Gap and a pair of black jeans. I also got that really cool black paisley chiffon skirt at Express. I’m going to wear it on Friday to homecoming and maybe on Wednesday to the R.E.M. concert. I’ll write back after I see Chris.



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