I haven’t done my homework in ages. I’m afraid I’m turning into Becky, never doing my homework on time.
Today I stayed home from school. I needed the rest.
Last night I was totally stressed about a history test today. It was open book! Oh, well.
All of my feelings look stupid on paper.
I don’t know who I like. There are a couple people I might like. O.K. for one? I’m not sure if I like Z.S. Ana says he says I’m a bitch. He told me Ana was a bitch. Oh, well. I just think he’s an ass. But I like him. Sort of. I don’t know.
Erica says O.K. likes me. I don’t know. He used to flirt with me. Not anymore though. Oh, well.
Do I like O.K.? I don’t think so.

The next page is folded in half with the label “Nobody ever open!” Lucky for us, I don’t respect 11-year-old me’s wishes much.

They are initials backwards!!! Such a complicated key just to disguise the crushes I’m not sure I had.
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