For some reason, me and my friends had a bug up our asses about this girl Anna at school, whose crime I believe was "thinking she was better than us." Or "not having guts," or something. We weren't seriously smoking dust every day and drooling, we just thought that would horrify and terrify her. And we never did say or do anything to Anna, but I would still like to apologize to her anyway, just for all the dirty looks.
A note I wrote to one of my girlfriends in class, fall of senior year. We were worried, because another friend of ours was dating a guy who was, like, thirty.
This is from a quiz they gave us in senior year of high school, to help us envision our goals for the future. I don't yet own a nightclub -- does this mean I've failed?
This is a page from a novel I was writing around the age of fifteen. It's about a bunch of teenage hustlers in LA -- "It's like The Outsiders get AIDS!"
"We have group today, at 5:30 like always. Becky and Genie are just going to go back and forth. It'll be wearing."