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.