I rang Jo today to tell her some good news. Peter is coming up tomorrow. He'll be going to the dance tomorrow night so she'll see him there. I can't wait until the dance. It better be good. In other words, Brad better go!
This is a real diary written when I was in my mid to late teens, 25 years ago!
I was an innocent country girl, living on a dairy farm with my parents, my younger brother and sister. My Nan and intellectually impaired uncle lived next door. And Dad's older brother and his wife lived across the dirt track. The farm was owned and run by the extended family.
I was anti-drinking, anti-smoking, anti-premarital sex, anti-everything...I was a strict Catholic.
I attended the local state high school. The social groups at that time were the popular kids, the 'brains', the dags, the rough kids & the indigenous kids. I wasn't indigenous; I was scared of the rough kids; on the edge of the dags; in with the brains; and the popular kids rarely noticed me, let alone spoke to me.
I thought I was unattractive and had fairly low self-esteem. When I began my diary I had never had a boyfriend, but I was dying to have one. I'd never even kissed a boy!
I'm going to post on the date the entries were written.
All the names of people and places have been changed to protect the identity of those I was writing about.
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