May 11, 1982
9:52 A.M. – MATH – LIZ’S 15th BIRTHDAY
Melissa was just toying with my notebook here. She’s been looking through it to see her name. I write about her. Later on, I promise I’ll write about Melissa. This is the first time I’m writing in here since Saturday. I have got so much to say! Boy do I!
9:56 A.M.
Melissa wants to see what I’ve written about her later. I’ve got to think of something good. (Just kidding Melissa). Melissa, I know you are a good person! Try to be gentle with me. I know you know you’re a good person. I guess you shouldn’t have to prove it if you don’t want to, but (NEVER MIND…) I don’t know what to say. You are loved by most. I’m sure your parents are very proud of their daughter. You’ve got a lot going for you. (But you smoke pot OH MY GOD, just kidding. So, do I. I don’t know what to make of it. I won’t try and decide, but sometimes I do wonder and I do care. Because there is just something not right about getting high. Don’t worry, if I ever try to figure you out, I will be quiet about it. It is my own personal observation anyway). I remember you when you were 10. That is when I first met you. You weren’t even as cruel to me then as you can be now. Oh well, I’m not exactly saying that you are cruel, we must remember that I am paranoid, but it doesn’t help me at all. It is just a game we play with each other. I’m pretty sure that is what it is. You play with me, I take it seriously, you laugh. Yes, it’s funny sometimes. I wonder if being laughed at is the only way I can be included in my colleague’s fun. But then again, I am the one with the low self-esteem. But we all have our vices, our problems. We are both sort of immature. I’m immature for taking some adolescent shit (I’m not getting angry), and maybe you are immature for giving it. But I swear Melissa, I don’t want to judge you, and I don’t! Honest, I don’t. I like you Melissa. You must know that. And at alumnae luncheons, we’ll never have the same relationship as we do now. We will be a lot nicer to each other. Oh Melissa, down inside your little heart, I know there is a sweet person. You are nice to some. I wish I knew hoe I could alter my personality to get along with you, and Camile, Sheila, Mary, Maria, Lynn and everyone because you are a very popular person among that very interesting group. I love you all. I know you are all good people and I want to be a par of all of you. Oh well. I know it will take more work on my part than it will on anyone else’s part. Well, I’m glad. I still know you now. We are both 17, and we have become friends. After we graduate together (and I can’t wait), it will be 8 years we’ve been in the same class – from 10 – 18 – wow! From child to adult as they say, and all the adolescent era in between. I guess I’ll make it through. I’m just growing up now. I guess you are also. Oh, you have definitely mature qualities. I see a few. I guess you Melissa, you and me are different. But we’re both good people. And if you have read this, then you must remember that I have only the best intentions. And I’m sure you know all this anyway.
Melissa was just toying with my notebook here. She’s been looking through it to see her name. I write about her. Later on, I promise I’ll write about Melissa. This is the first time I’m writing in here since Saturday. I have got so much to say! Boy do I!
9:56 A.M.
Melissa wants to see what I’ve written about her later. I’ve got to think of something good. (Just kidding Melissa). Melissa, I know you are a good person! Try to be gentle with me. I know you know you’re a good person. I guess you shouldn’t have to prove it if you don’t want to, but (NEVER MIND…) I don’t know what to say. You are loved by most. I’m sure your parents are very proud of their daughter. You’ve got a lot going for you. (But you smoke pot OH MY GOD, just kidding. So, do I. I don’t know what to make of it. I won’t try and decide, but sometimes I do wonder and I do care. Because there is just something not right about getting high. Don’t worry, if I ever try to figure you out, I will be quiet about it. It is my own personal observation anyway). I remember you when you were 10. That is when I first met you. You weren’t even as cruel to me then as you can be now. Oh well, I’m not exactly saying that you are cruel, we must remember that I am paranoid, but it doesn’t help me at all. It is just a game we play with each other. I’m pretty sure that is what it is. You play with me, I take it seriously, you laugh. Yes, it’s funny sometimes. I wonder if being laughed at is the only way I can be included in my colleague’s fun. But then again, I am the one with the low self-esteem. But we all have our vices, our problems. We are both sort of immature. I’m immature for taking some adolescent shit (I’m not getting angry), and maybe you are immature for giving it. But I swear Melissa, I don’t want to judge you, and I don’t! Honest, I don’t. I like you Melissa. You must know that. And at alumnae luncheons, we’ll never have the same relationship as we do now. We will be a lot nicer to each other. Oh Melissa, down inside your little heart, I know there is a sweet person. You are nice to some. I wish I knew hoe I could alter my personality to get along with you, and Camile, Sheila, Mary, Maria, Lynn and everyone because you are a very popular person among that very interesting group. I love you all. I know you are all good people and I want to be a par of all of you. Oh well. I know it will take more work on my part than it will on anyone else’s part. Well, I’m glad. I still know you now. We are both 17, and we have become friends. After we graduate together (and I can’t wait), it will be 8 years we’ve been in the same class – from 10 – 18 – wow! From child to adult as they say, and all the adolescent era in between. I guess I’ll make it through. I’m just growing up now. I guess you are also. Oh, you have definitely mature qualities. I see a few. I guess you Melissa, you and me are different. But we’re both good people. And if you have read this, then you must remember that I have only the best intentions. And I’m sure you know all this anyway.
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