My friend asked me to go to prom with him and I accepted. I bought my prom dress in Florida after I visited that college.
I’m watching the Gilmore Girls on Netflix. Rory Gilmore makes me feel bad about myself.
I’m keeping my head above water in AP Chemistry.
I’m reading One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and Waiting for Godot. They’re good. Dense but good.
I entered a poetry competition at school and didn’t win. That’s okay. I like my poem.
I got my eyes checked today. My right one’s getting worse.
I have switched from grey colored contacts (which I have been wearing for six years) to clear ones.
I don’t like to wear my retainers so my gap is coming back. I hate my gap as much as I hate my retainers.
I have the urge to dye my hair red. I know it would look stupid, but I have always wanted red hair. Maybe I will do it in college.
My self-esteem goes up and down several times a day, like somebody’s adam’s apple.
My parents’ wedding anniversary is tomorrow.
My (Jamaican) mother has two (Jamaican) visitors over the house. They have been staying with us for a couple of weeks and will soon (Thank God) go back to where they game from. They keep leaving the kitchen door open and letting tiny flies get in. I went into the kitchen just now to look in the fridge. My mom and the lady were talking. My mom said to me, “Don’t look at me like that. You don’t love your momma anymore?” as she tried to cup my chin in her hand. The lady said, unprovoked, “Ya wan’ titty.” Mom said, “She did like the breast when she was a baby.” I walked outta there quick(ly).
I felt so bad the other day that I almost took one of my dad’s anxiety pills.
My dad has Parkinson’s. Doctors put wires in his brain and two batteries in his chest to try to fix him. I wonder sometimes if he will ever get fixed. It makes me feel heavy when I think about him. I try not to.