1998
Dear Journal,
How things do change in a year
My handwriting is neater
My favourite tv show is different
My style of writing is more adolescent
I even have different names…
FlameSky among them
::sigh::
next summer I will be Lis
who will I be next fall?
Another spring break come and gone
I wanted more time for myself
Oh well. There’ll be other times.
What a nice pen.
Should I get an email address?
I suppose it would come in handy
How else would Ericka & Damian contact me.
What should it be??
Owie! Papercut.
yummy blood.
DECDECDECBGEC
My ‘rents are dragging me to the mall.
All I have is a cold
Absolutely $0
Writing in the car
My handwriting looks worse than it did last night
Pen ran out.
I am just “Selfless, Cold, and Composed”
Another play rehearsal
what a gun moll I am hehehe
but rehearsals are so boring
I’ll just play cards.
Clams and Jenny have gone from the cast party
Here I am Dixie
Alone
I watch the others
Listen to their conversations
(you could learn so much about a person by just listening)
someone’s moving away
an old friend of mine
I would have cared last year
But I don’t care.
Though now I am thinking about my choices
It was a good choice I made last year
I’m happy with it, even if others aren’t.
I’ve broken the oppresive chains imposed by society
Though I didn’t have to.
Society forgot to lock those chains.
ULTIMATELY,
The present becomes the past
And what we do in the past affects the future
I followed my heart and it took me to where I needed to be.
1997<-->1999