Entry 629

6-21-00

            Well, another day for me to encounter whatever events chose to take place.  Why is whenever I intend to write I find the most simple and plain way to state things, but whenever I don’t intend to and am allowing my mind to wander, I find the most exhilarating and romantic ways to explain things.  I don’t know….I’m supposed to go over to Sam’s in a few minutes, I have a pretty good idea of he wants to happen considering he hinted at it jokingly last night when I called to “confirm” things for today.  I think I am just beginning to analyze things way too much.  My stomach’s a little upset.  It’s been like this for the past few days, but I’m trying not to be too concerned.  I hate how in the past few months I’ve abandoned many of my morals like on sex, abortion, birth control, and cussing.  I don’t have a problem with cussing it’s just I’ve never really preferred it.  I think the only reason I started was in order for others to view me as more “mature”.  But here’s the thing how can saying certain words do that, I mean after all words are just words and why should it matter if one chooses to not say these?  There’s nothing really wrong with cussing I just don’t really want to.  That’s why I think I’m going to stop.  And I’m also not going to drink as much either.  I never really did smoke, every time I tried I never actually inhaled and when I did, I couldn’t stop coughing.  I haven’t the need for cigarettes, they don’t calm my nerves like they do with others.  I just don’t like to drink because of my family’s history of alcoholics and drug addictions.  I have this fear that that is what may end up happening to me, so I can’t pretend around my friends that I enjoy those things.  Because each time I do I wonder if that will be the one that sets me off.

 

Entry 630

7-30-00

            Okay on July 19, a Wednesday Sam and I has sex again, or made love, which was the third day.  The first time was June 13th, as you already know, and the second day was June 24th.  Also on each of these days we made love twice, so in all it is six times.  On June 23rd, I started dating this guy Dylan, we stayed together for about a month, and I cheated on him with Sam.  I met Dylan about two months after Sam and I broke up.  When we started going out I really liked him.  He’s twenty and lives in Douglasville, GA which is only like an hour away.  I saw Dylan last Friday, July 28th.  We saw a movie and during that movie some thing happened, which I don’t feel too happy about!  It was more things than just making out, I feel like a whore because of that, I know I should have stopped it, but didn’t.  The next day, Saturday (yesterday) I told him about what Sam and I did so as a result he broke up with me.  But I’m glad he did because my emotions for him weren’t developing into anything and his were, plus he wanted to move way too fast, physically that is.  I wasn’t even attracted to Dylan either.  I feel horrid for letting him do that and every time I think about it I get sick!  I’ve never felt sick after doing anything with Sam, other than the very first time we did more than kiss, only because I wasn’t  “experienced” (neither was he) and that was the first time I ever had anything down there.  As far as cheating, I’m not the type of person that would usually do that, but I think the reason it happened was because I didn’t really care about Dylan, or have any true emotion.  If I did it probably wouldn’t of happened.  I couldn’t ever cheat on somebody I really care about.  I do feel very guilty though because I did hurt Dylan, but I feel it’s best we just don’t talk anymore, and so far we haven’t.  I do have some interest in this guy Kirk, but I dunno.  He just seems way too country and redneck.  I’ve never seen him either because we met online, but he lives here and goes to Troup High School and is sixteen.  So that’s why I have interest in him.  We’ve talked on the phone a few times.  I also like this black guy who just started working at Chick-fil-a.  I’ve been working there for about 2-3 months.  His name is Antonio and he is sooo cute!  Last Friday night when we got off work we were gonna go over to Krystal (right next to Chick-fil-a) and talk, but my Dad got there right as we were walking over there, made me so mad.  I almost gave him my number, but then changed my mind.  Antonio’s a senior and will be going to Callaway (same as me!!).  I was in a wreck, so a the moment I don’t have a car because mine was totaled as well as the other people’s car.  It freaked me out and all.  They had to take blood from me to make sure I was not driving under the influence of alcohol or anything else.  They only give urine or breathalyzer tests if they do have a reason to believe you were under the influence since the results are revealed more quickly.  I have to go to court Tuesday, for when I got caught shoplifting at Claire’s.  It was a spur of the moment thing because I did it a few times when I was 12 or 13.  So I decided to try it again one last time, and if I had not of gotten caught I would probably try it some more, but now that I have, I’ve learned my lesson and definitely won’t take that risk again!

 

Entry 631

8-8-00

            Hey yo!  I worked yesterday, then Wednesday, I have to work 10-4, Thurs. I have school, Friday school and afterwards I have to work 5 until closing, and Saturday I have to go to a defensive driving class 9-4.  Next week I’ll have school and work mixed in together, then next weekend I think we’re going to S.C. to visit my grandmother who is still in the nursing home and not doing any better, but I just chose not to think about it because every time I do it brings tears!  Anyways, we’re also visiting my brother Mel, who lives there and Kathy and Keith are going to meet us there.  Kathy just wants to see all of us together one last time before she leaves.  She’s moving to CA, in about two weeks.  That will be the last time I’ll see her for a long while!  I love her so much, we became like best friends, closer than we’ve ever been, and now she’s just leaving me!  But I know she’s only doing it for the best in terms of her future.  School starts in two days.  Am I excited or nervous?  No!  I know this year I won’t have very much time available for socializing, I probably won’t even go to prom I’m not gonna go unless I have a date.  Everyone I tell that to, roll their eyes at me and say that’s stupid.  The thing is, when I was younger I always pictured myself going to the prom with someone who I really loved and shared so much with, but I doubt I’ll find someone like that before prom.  There’s always Sam, but he’s Sam and I don’t think he’d wanna go with me.  I don’t have a specific reason why I say that, I just know him.  He’s supposed to be coming over today….note the word “supposed”.  Joan wanted me to go to some stupid thrift shop with her today.  I don’t even know if I like Joan all that much, I have to have friends I can trust, and Joan’s known to have a big mouth.  The main reason I don’t want to go back to school, is because I’ll have to deal with all the rumors and all the two-faced, narrow-minded, ignorant people, who have their heads so far up their asses that they can’t even tell which end is their ass!  At least during the summer I can separate myself from these people very easily!  I’ve changed a lot, hell yeah I’m still depressed, but I no longer object myself to being taken advantage of and walked all over.  I just stopped writing for nearly five hours probably more!  Anyways during that portion of time Sam actually did come over and we has sex twice…being a total of eight times.  I dunno why I’m keeping count, it doesn’t really matter since I’ve only ever done it with him.  I also did something to him that was a first.  If I did what I did with anyone else I would be sitting here scolding myself and saying I’m a whore, slut, and other such names, but for whatever reason I don’t feel a bit bad for doing that.  Now I can officially say I had all of my “firsts” sexually expect for my first kiss and if I could change that I would, meaning I’d make sure Sam was also my first kiss.  God, I love him so much!  For some reason today seems to have more meaning to me than all the other times we were together other than the very first time and the reason for that should be obvious.  One of my other worries about school starting is someone may get their hands on this and read it.  I have no option, but to take it everywhere with me, including school.  I can’t leave it at home because my parents may decide to read this.  I just don’t want someone with a big mouth, and who’s untrustworthy to find this notebook, then I definitely would be ruined.  My parents are fighting right now.  They seem to be doing that more and more lately.  My Dad was talking calmly to my Mom and obviously she got frustrated and started yelling and as always my Dad just doesn’t want to drop it, so they’re still going on about whatever it was they’re both in their bedroom and raising their voices.  Apparently my Dad got mad over not being able to find some tax forms or something to that extent and asked or yelled at my Mom about it, thinking she may have moved them or whatever and now it’s just progressing into something bigger and bigger while my Mom was trying to find them that is.  I dunno they seem to be doing that more and more lately, fighting, yelling, arguing etc…  They’ve been sleeping in separate bedrooms for nearly two years now.  They claim it’s because of the dogs, but please they could find a way around that.  All I know is when I move in with or marry (whichever comes first) I will definitely be spending every night I can in their arms and sharing a bed with them under the condition that we both truly love each other.  I don’t have to worry about hat though because I wouldn’t move in with a boyfriend, or marry someone if I didn’t love them and they didn’t love me back in the first place.  Actually I think it would be cool to live with a guy who was just a friend just because from what I’ve heard guys seem to be more fun as roommates than girls and especially if he was cute that would be even more of a plus!  My parents are still at it, which is no surprise, I wish they would at least have the decency to save their petty arguments, until after their sixteen year old daughter is out of their presence, but then again we’re talking about my Mom and Dad.  My Mom doesn’t even care enough about me to seriously try to stop smoking “stuff”; after I’ve had confrontations with her about it several cause times, nor does she have the sense to hide it in a different place after all the times I’ve told her where it is, caught her at it, and even flushed some of it down the toilet.  Okay, enough about that, it’s depressing me.  I hope Sam calls me tonight, but I doubt he will.  Why?  Because he’s Sam and has no common sense and a guy!  Well, I better go I’m trying to get adjusted to going to bed at a decent hour for when school starts, which I only have tonight and tomorrow night left for, but who cares!

 

Entry 632

8-12-00

            School has been okay; I realized it’s going to be so challenging for me!  Sam…what is there to say…I should have seen it coming, ya know?  First day, doesn’t say a word to me when we have two classes plus lunch together!  Second day we passed notes and basically he said he thinks it would be best not to continue this “relationship”.  He says he’s had some serious conflicts arise and been meaning to talk to me about it.  What serious conflicts could arise in three days??  Basically anytime something physical happens between us and then it comes back to school what does he do?  Finds ways to cut me off…God I should have known better!!  What is wrong with me??  Why do I always forgive him, go back, and open up to him?  He said that we agreed to keep it on a non-relationship level so why was I hurt.  I tell you why I’m hurt, because I lost something to him that I can never get back; I lost it to someone who doesn’t know how to say a damn word to me when it comes to being around other people and then when I finally confront him, “Oh, I’ve been meaning to talk to you blah blah…,”  What the FUCK ever!!  This year is going to be just like last year.  I just wish he would acknowledge or talk to me or something.  I sit there and I see him talk to Helen, Max, and Joey, but he doesn’t say a damn word to me, and I sit right there, right fucking there!  It was all a mistake…everything was!  I gave up something so precious to someone who treats me like shit!  Shit, what the hell am I thinking??  I have to go work now and my Mom and I just had a fight and I am wondering why didn’t I just go ahead and kill myself when I had the guts.  My sister’s leaving me….who’s gonna be there for me??  Who am I gonna talk to??  Sam hates me, no wait he’s not very fond of me and I can’t tell Anna half the things I’ve done and Helen’s not very trustworthy these days.  I hate myself, my life, my parents, my friends, and I want it all to go away!

 

Entry 633

8-13-00

            Television is soo stupid, about as stupid as me probably!  One thing that pisses me off about Sam, is the fact that I try to have a conversation with him, but every time I ask him a question he won’t respond and just gives some smart-ass remark!  He does it because he likes to aggravate me and it’s not fucking funny!  I feel like I could kill him right about now!  He told me the reason he wanted to stop having sex was because of another girl someone who I know very well, then when I ask him who, he won’t tell me he says everyone knows but you it’s going on right in front of your face; I ask him about college he says everyone knows but you, but he doesn’t tell me.  I ask him some damn questions about past presidents’ cause he said he knew some answers so when I ask him certain ones he makes fun of me ‘cause I don’t know them and calls me an airhead.  I told him about my Mom calling me a whore today he said, “Well, you aren’t anymore,” as if I was before…thanks for letting me know.  Damn asshole!  I’m so hurt and frustrated about everything!  I’m fat and ugly I need to lose weight so bad!  I’ve gotten into this habit of every time I do something that I consider wrong I go on a fast to cleanse my body of my “sins” and also as a punishment to myself.  I dunno I guess I was Sam’s personal hoe this summer.  I had sex with him eight fucking times and did something I never thought I’d do to anyone to him.  What the hell was I thinking??  It was a mistake, the whole thing and I majorly regret it.  Last night or yesterday when I wrote in here I cried and I shut the notebook without waiting for it to dry and that’s where the water spots came from.  Anyways I just can’t believe I lost my virginity to such a person.  Maybe it was all just sex.  I just want to talk to someone; I already miss my sister.  This school year is going to go by so fast I can already feel it.  Once it does Sam will be gone and probably never wanna talk to me again.  I’ll try and finish my homework now.  I’m beginning to make myself depressed again.  Well actually now it seems as if I can’t concentrate on much else.  God, I need to lose weight!  I think I’ll take a Tylenol pm to help me sleep tonight.  My period’s late I’m supposed to start on the 11th and I haven’t yet.  God, I pray I’m not pregnant I dealt with this last month too, while Sam doesn’t even worry at all.  I’m just sixteen why do I still have the same pain caused by the same person as I did when I was fifteen?  I dunno I need to concentrate on school and stop thinking about that jackass who I can’t help but love unfortunately.  I lost everything that makes me innocent and pure to him.  I should have waited until I was married.  I always said I never wanted to regret my first time, that’s why I was so hesitant at first and I do regret it and that is what hurts the most.  I never even had an orgasm either and he did every time.  I hate SEX!!  I ruined so much in my life I think.  I dunno I don’t really regret doing it with him I just believe it not to be one of the smartest things in my life.  It complicated things too much.  Today when my Mom said that to me I felt like saying, “FUCK YOU BITCH!”  She would have deserved it, but I held back.  It just hurt so much hearing her say that I cried so much afterwards.  Sex didn’t even feel that good to me really.  There is very little physical pleasure in it.  It just irritates me that the last time we were together I did what I did.  It’s just when it happened if I knew that was the last time I wouldn’t have done it.  I dunno as far as the thing with him and that girl whom I know well; he’s probably lying he does that so often these days.  I don’t need to think about that it’s just gonna get me all worked up and pissed off and that especially wouldn’t be good especially before I go to bed.  It’s almost one in the morning and I’m still no where near sleepy.  I like this guy at school named Don Lee.  I just realized I haven’t mentioned him yet. He’s a sophomore and fifteen.  This weekend I sent him an email and gave him my number, he wrote me back and said hey and everything and told me he’d try to call me later, usually when a guy says he’ll try means he more than likely won’t, but you never know he may.  He has the same lunch as me so I’m hoping I can get him to sit with me and my friends.  I knew him last year, but he went out with Becky who I’ve been able to stand and they broke up over the summer.  He calls me streaker because at my friend Betsy’s party the summer before last at the end of my freshmen year and Joey is notorious for going streaking at parties along with others sometimes Rick, Phil, Sam etc…just depends on who’s all there.  Anyways, Joey, Phil, and some other guy I can’t remember who were going to go streaking down Thrash Rd (the road Betty lives on) and they were trying to get a girl to go so I decided to.  Ever since then I haven’t been able to live that down; so Don found out about it and he lives like practically next door to Betty and saw us, so he found out the nude chick running past his house that night was me and thus I earned the name “Streaker”.  Not very many people remember or know about it so mainly it’s a joke between him and I and very few others who remember.  I gotta figure out something to get Sam for his B-day.  I know I’m going to get him a card and write him a very special note on there and I’ve already planned out somewhat of what I’m going to say, I can’t get him something expensive because it would give off the wrong impression and I don’t want to do that.  I already made him a tape with meaningful songs on there in reference to our relationship which was a very sentimental and totally from the heart gift I gave to him last Christmas.  So how can I top that?  I thought about giving him a necklace with a cross or a guardian angel, but I already gave him a necklace, which he never wears, but anyways then I thought I should give him this bottle of different colored sand with a rubber finger puppet on the top that the lady who we gave the money to when he paid for it named Amy.  We made it together at an arts and crafts thing.  I would give it to him, but I don’t wanna have to bring that to school.  If I were to give it to him then I’d tape and index card around it and write some little quote about memories or something and tell him to take good care of Amy for me.  I dunno I just know I have to give him something really special.  He means too much to me to give him something with no meaning.

 

Entry 634

10-16-00

            I have to get out of here.  These anxieties and expectations just at times feel too much.  I feel like bursting into an overflow of tears.  The more aspects I see from my Mom’s personality the more I dislike her and wish she would disappear.  I realize that sounds awful and cruel to say, but I just can’t disregard my emotions toward her anymore.  I mean I feel and know I love her, but more out of obligation than anything else.  It is somewhat odd; lately I have been watching old family videos and they do nothing, but depress me.  I take observations of myself and realize how annoying and whiny I used to be.  I was a major drama queen, seeking out for attention 24/7 and also spoiled.  I look at myself now and I am ashamed to admit many of those qualities of my personality are still in me.  No wonder so many others dislike me.  I can’t believe how ignorant I was to actually believe the concept of me being a decent human being.  Some people even consider me fat, maybe I am; I sure feel like it majority of the time.  I continuously wonder if I was a little more slim, a little more quiet, a little more endowed, and had a little more intelligence, would I be more accepted?  I don’t know, I never really was one to buy into the glamour and beauty bullshit.  It is just lately I feel myself adopting so many ways I would have never even taken into consideration a year or two ago.  For instance: having an abortion; in my eyes that used to be killing a living being, but I did it anyway.  I really don’t know who to talk to; assuming I actually ever have time, but it has become a necessity.  I almost told Mrs. Lowe, one of the counselors at my school, about my Mom’s problem, but when I questioned her about the situation, without providing any names, she said that unless the individual confesses what they are doing and gets the necessary counseling; they will be arrested for possession and their children will be put somewhere where the parent will not be able to influence them.  So now what can I do?  I can’t put my Mom in jail willingly.  My Dad also has started back, I’m not sure if he ever really quit.  I found a bag of it in his dresser the other day.  I don’t have much longer left living in this house, but still when I am gone it will only get worse.  OH MY GOD!!  I Can’t Take This Anymore!!!!  It is driving me crazy literally!!!  I don’t know what else to do, this issue has been affecting my life for years with no positive result.

 

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