English class journal entry from late May 1993 (I’d stopped dating the individual entries back in March for some reason):

Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me!

I’m going to cry. Stop. Stop. I’m going to cry. Stop. Oh, there I go. I’m crying. I’m crying. Despite it all, I still feel utterly masculine.

GET ME OUT OF THIS DAMNED BUILDING! I CAN’T STAND IT NO MORE! SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER SUMMER

God, that’s depressing. I’m going to cry now.

Daily Hey Magic Number: 9