***The Diary Of 16 Year Old "Elizabeth"****
Dear Diary,
Tomorrow is Friday. Wait...it is after midnight now...it is Friday. I should be asleep, as I have to be up early for school. I didn't do my homework anyway though, so what does it matter?
Today...I mean yesterday...was not good. Not good at all. My best friend Kim is mad at me for some reason. Ever since Tom started paying attention to her, I have been left behind. That means that I had to eat lunch alone again today. She's so fake now...the way she talks...the way she laughs at every stupid ass thing he says...the way she hangs on him. I remember a sleep over we had awhile ago where we stayed up all night talking about boys. We promised we would never ditch each other for a boy. I guess her memory is hazy. But mine isn't. Maybe I am just too sensitive though. I always have been. I cry a lot...I have never seen Kim cry. She is strong, I am weak. I think that is why we go so well together. I kept her from being a hard ass, she kept me from being a wussy crybaby. With us being apart, she's turning cold. I guess that means I'm going weak again. I crumble a little more each day.
The scars, Diary...the scars. When I'm sad, they show more. When I feel weak, they stand out. They mock me...they want more decorations...more lines! More curves! More blood! They make me cry...THEY make me weak. Or am I just looking for someone to blame? Yes, I do mean someONE...they are a person...not literally, but they encompass so many attributes of being human. They talk to me...they tell a story...they can change my mood...they make me awkward, self-conscious. They're my battle scars. Life is my battle. Life Scars.
They need company.
Goodnight, Diary.
"Elizabeth"
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Trust In God...But Lock Your Doors
[This message has been edited by Bonochick (edited 09-27-2001).]
Dear Diary,
Tomorrow is Friday. Wait...it is after midnight now...it is Friday. I should be asleep, as I have to be up early for school. I didn't do my homework anyway though, so what does it matter?
Today...I mean yesterday...was not good. Not good at all. My best friend Kim is mad at me for some reason. Ever since Tom started paying attention to her, I have been left behind. That means that I had to eat lunch alone again today. She's so fake now...the way she talks...the way she laughs at every stupid ass thing he says...the way she hangs on him. I remember a sleep over we had awhile ago where we stayed up all night talking about boys. We promised we would never ditch each other for a boy. I guess her memory is hazy. But mine isn't. Maybe I am just too sensitive though. I always have been. I cry a lot...I have never seen Kim cry. She is strong, I am weak. I think that is why we go so well together. I kept her from being a hard ass, she kept me from being a wussy crybaby. With us being apart, she's turning cold. I guess that means I'm going weak again. I crumble a little more each day.
The scars, Diary...the scars. When I'm sad, they show more. When I feel weak, they stand out. They mock me...they want more decorations...more lines! More curves! More blood! They make me cry...THEY make me weak. Or am I just looking for someone to blame? Yes, I do mean someONE...they are a person...not literally, but they encompass so many attributes of being human. They talk to me...they tell a story...they can change my mood...they make me awkward, self-conscious. They're my battle scars. Life is my battle. Life Scars.
They need company.
Goodnight, Diary.
"Elizabeth"
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Trust In God...But Lock Your Doors
[This message has been edited by Bonochick (edited 09-27-2001).]