1998-06-17 - 11:00:00

Wednesday, June 17, 1998

Beloved Diary,

Again I feel sick. Heidelyn finally told me what I suspected since High School. I t took me off balance for a while. I’m probably going to ruin her life. I tend to bring bad luck to people. My brain is telling me to miss Jorge and Francisco, but what is the point. They are happy with who they are and what they going to accomplish and with whom.

The following is being written at a different time than the first paragraph. (As for most of the entries, the following was in the third diary version.) I switched pens because the other one started to leak. I’m not obsessed with George as badly as I was in High School. Now, I am not sure who I like more (George or Francisco). Wait, I don’t really like Francisco but my feelings for George have to go somewhere.

I really need to lose weight and finish my jacket.

Bye.

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