This is the only diary I've ever kept. It told me a lot about my young self.
Doesn't it suck that we spend most our time in temperature-controlled bubbles? It bums me out, but hey, this is our future because we've completely destroyed, and continue to destroy the earth.
It was picture day, and we went through the dance we went through every time she wanted to dress me up. She wrangled me into some frilly pretty outfit while I bucked and complained throughout. I had turned into a little tomboy and I hated having to look like a little girl.
I ruined Valentine's Day for myself in 1991.