School again! Yick! Well after 20 days of torture Tyler was at school. I was so siked up. I felt as if a pound of “uppers” were poured into my system. He kept talking to me - and I hate myself for it - I just couldn’t strike one up with him. I’m so fucking shy I HATE it! I wish I could stop - I keep telling myself to - but I CAN'T. Oh well, back to reality. I’m tired and I’m going to go to bed now. Nite-Nite.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Wednesday, January 2, 1985 (age 13)
School again! Yick! Well after 20 days of torture Tyler was at school. I was so siked up. I felt as if a pound of “uppers” were poured into my system. He kept talking to me - and I hate myself for it - I just couldn’t strike one up with him. I’m so fucking shy I HATE it! I wish I could stop - I keep telling myself to - but I CAN'T. Oh well, back to reality. I’m tired and I’m going to go to bed now. Nite-Nite.
School again! Yick! Well after 20 days of torture Tyler was at school. I was so siked up. I felt as if a pound of “uppers” were poured into my system. He kept talking to me - and I hate myself for it - I just couldn’t strike one up with him. I’m so fucking shy I HATE it! I wish I could stop - I keep telling myself to - but I CAN'T. Oh well, back to reality. I’m tired and I’m going to go to bed now. Nite-Nite.
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