So here I am, doing nothing. I am sick of all my friends. Ya wanna know why? Okay, here it is. S is a whore. Well. Maybe not, but she has no respect for herself and neither do I.
The next day, Barbie found out from Gerald Edwards that Kelly was staying at Jenny’s for three days while her parents were out of town.
“Goodbye mom,” Barbie called, as she walked in the door after talking to Gerald. Continue reading
RH just called me. I kinda like him. I mean, I’m not totally in love or anything, but I like being with him and I think he’s pretty cute. I kinda knew who he was last year, but I really got to know him at a party at HD’s that I went to last week.
Three days later, Barbie received a call from Kelly.
“Hello,” Barbie answered.
The voice on the other end of the line said, “Guess who knows what it says in your diary and just might tell everyone?” Continue reading
Only one week until school starts. I’m kinda scared and kinda excited. I got a lot of new school clothes. Continue reading
Barbie had just gotten back from the mountains when the trouble started again. She kept getting letters in the mail. They were from Kelly, of course.
This is just one: Continue reading
Among the odd phases I went through in my diaries and journals, like shortening all ing words to in‘, I’ve noticed that my handwriting changes with some regularity. Not just the differences and refinements that occur as a person progresses along the path from 12-years-old to 17-years old; but deliberate changes one might make in preparation for joining an International Forgery Ring or who’s coming down with a case of Dissociative Identity Disorder.