I was reading my old diary tonight from when I was 14 and I burst out laughing when I got to this. I have no idea what inspired me to write this, but I'm sure it was something completely dumb. It's just too funny not to share, so here you go:
2/1/97
I hate you.
I hate people who lie.
I hate parents who scream at their children.
I hate scary movies, and the feeling of helplessness.
I hate being good.
I hate this room because I have to be here.
I hate the sound of your voice and your words, and all that you are.
I hate this world.
I hate this pen.
I hate my hands and the way it always rains on Sundays.
Poor 14 year old me! I wish I could go back in time and tell myself to chill....it will be okay. Soon, mom will take you to get a makeover. You'll get your hair cut, get contacts, learn how to wear some make up...and things won't be so bad anymore! Haha. If you have a pre-teen girl in your life, go give her a hug!
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Well, somewhere between 1997 and 1999 your poetry improved -- or evolved, maybe, because that hate poem was actually not that bad.
ReplyDeleteI still remember reading some of your entries in Serendipity and sighing.
By the way, I'm enjoying your blog, too. You have a very honest voice. :)
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ReplyDelete(Oops, didn't really mean to delete the above comment. I spelled something wrong and was just trying to edit!) haha
ReplyDeleteThank you! Ah, Serendipity! I need to get that out and look at those again. It's so funny to look back on things I wrote back then and to try to remember why I was feeling that way. I'm sure most of it was because of some boy! It always is!
Thanks for reading, then and now. : )
Haha...i'm guessing you were grounded on that day!!! Lol
ReplyDeleteThat's what I'm thinking! And I probably got yelled at by my parents, haha.
ReplyDeletehating pens?! jeez, whats next? ;) i liked this.
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