I don’t know what I would do if it wasn’t for ice-skating.

6:45 PM

Howdy Doody! I’m at Emily’s house. We’re sitting around. My stomach is talking to me! It’s saying: feed me! feed me!

I’m just joking.

Maybe I’ll stop liking Dave. It’s pointless. Oh well. Now I’m going to write with my left hand.

Emily thinks I’m crazy for trying to make my diary interesting.

I’m tired of that.

I make my diary interesting so that it looks interesting. My life is rather bland, so I need to liven it up. Lately, though, my life has been cool. sorta. It hasn’t been wonderful. I don’t know what I would do if it wasn’t for ice-skating. When I go, it is like, I can skate fast and leave my problems behind. Or I can just skate around and think about my life. Usually, when I do that, I end up bumping into some poor little kid or something. Oh well.

More Later

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4 thoughts on “I don’t know what I would do if it wasn’t for ice-skating.

  1. I’m sure your 12-year-old self had, even then, visions of publishing your diary for the world to see. And if blogging technology had been around, you wouldn’t have bothered with pen-and-paper journaling at all.

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