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


December 29, 1992

Still dealing with Christmas break depression and boredom. I concern myself too much, I think, with the problems of others. Not enough on myself. This sounds like I was a really great person who¬†worried about other people, but what I meant is that I complain about other people's faults too much and don't pay enough … Continue reading December 29, 1992