January 13th, 1993 – die quickly outside

My mother and I are both very selfish. She won't let me go walking places alone, because she thinks I'm going to be killed. She would feel bad if I were killed. Soooo selfish. She would feel guilty and believe that everyone behind her back was saying she was an unfit mother. I want to … Continue reading January 13th, 1993 – die quickly outside


December 30, 1992

God, I can't wait until break is over. It seems as though I've spent my life being different from my natural self in order to fit in. As if I must conform to the identities of others, interpret their identities and apply them to fit in. The longest phone conversation I've had with E in … Continue reading December 30, 1992