The 90's by Sarah

Saving My Romance

January 26, 1992 | Tacoma | Age 14

 

Dear Diary,

Oh, for joy (Ren & Stimpy Show copyright) another pathetic week has come to a close. Yes, I have not written for the past 7 days - I have been so very busy preparing for report cards.I am quite ready for this fresh and long awaited new week: the returning of regular P.E. (with M.S.S.), the ending of earth sci., and the beginning of ART! I am thrilled!

The dance last Fri.? Nothing special - I am saving my romance up for  Valentine's Day dance!

P.S. I look forward to seeing Ian in English, Sam in P.E., Jaime in History and Mark Hist. too.

What a pathetic entry!

Sarah Hoopes

I Speak Candle Flames

January 19, 1992 | Tacoma | Age 14

Dear Diary,

Am I real? Am I true? Am I sane?
I am the true Real. But sane?
I am sister to the moon.
The true believer am I.
I see with my mind.
I see you with my mind.
I have no true fear.
The night is my lover.
My door rarely opens.
I am fixing the hole where the rain gets in,
and stops my mind from wandering.
This is me...
I speak candle flames.
I cry to mirrors.
I dream true dreams.
But sane?

This is me.

Sarah Hoopes

A Tearful Close

Janaury 12, 1992 | Tacoma | Age 14

Dear Diary,

My week of pure blissful and contentful [sic] happiness has come to a tearful close. I now step carefully into my normal life - it is not so bad. The wounds of past still mar my face but I am brave. I somehow feel alone, just slightly bitter. Perhaps a bit of solitude shall do me well. It may be that really I am separate from most ones - I do not mind this. I am content and my duties are ever near: I must support my ones in their pursuit of self-happiness and awareness. Now I march positively to my normal life, I am never afraid.

CONSTANTIA
Sarah Hoopes