I haven’t written for awhile ‘cause there’s been nothing going on. Erica’s been back for a few days now. I wrote Becky. I still think about Andy alot. He’s usually on my mind.
The last night before last Dad brought home Glider. When I found it (in the silverware drawer) I yelled with pleasure.
Today he brought home Tetris. Those are my favorite games. Before I barely was on the computer. Now I’m addicted. I have to wear the amulet to keep away the computer “vibes”. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m the best at Glider.
I’m glad that “paper is patient”. I pour all my secrets in this diary. Well almost all of them. I suppose there are still some. I know somebody’s going to read this, so I’m apprehensive of what I write.
Becky always used to laugh at what I wrote. I felt, hey, what kind of best friend would laugh at my feelings? I think it’s absolutely horrible.
In fact I used to write my secrets in cursive, so she couldn’t read it. I have alot of anger towards her. Today I’m going to pour everything about Becky into here. Wonderful. I just marked my white shirt with blue. (You can laugh at that)
* never patient
* always insistent
* always said that fights make the friendship better
* quite manipulative
* made fun of me ‘cause I was smart
* couldn’t keep a secret
* couldn’t stop fighting with me
* made a bad impression on Mom and Dad
* never like the people I liked
* I could never be “me” around her
These are twelve reasons (that I can think of) against her. I don’t know why I was and still might be her best friend. I don’t know why I like her so much. She might be mad at me.