January 18, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12
Dear Diary,
Take hede [sic], my friend, the words below. They are the oars with which you row
To carry ye, toward the Sea of hopes and dreams 'come reality
It never cicesses [sic] to amaze me how some people can live such a life of falsefronts [sic], lies, deceptions, betrayal, and much more.
Tis a dangerous trap known to most as 'popularity,' and unfortunately, I was once entangled in it.
To think that one must prove their so-called 'friendship' to another by rejecting or treating cruely [sic] is quite beyond me know (I think?). Now, those whom I put down, long ago, are now my friends. And when searching for new companians, I look for character content, not namebrands clothes & fashinable [sic] hair.
I could still use improving
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