Wednesday, February 15, 1989

Dear Diary,
I haven't written in a long time! Sorry. Let me catch you up.
1. I dumped Grant.
2. I'm living in a new house.
3. My life IS falling apart.
Why is my life falling apart? Well, ever since we moved, Lucy and I have been fighting alot. It's really getting on Mom's nerves. So, today after Lucy and I get in a fight for the zillionth time, Mom got mad. Or at least I thought she did. Later Dad tells me that Mom's been crying! Wonderful. Now I feel rotten and guilty! I know I am the bad guy here but it seems as if Mom thinks everything should go perfectly.
IT DOESN'T !!!!!


I do not remember this and really don't want to own up to it. I'm not sure how to explain this one. I am not feeling overly witty today.
What I can tell you is that Grant will inevitably be back if you hang around long enough.
Lucy and I did start fighting more after the move. I don't think it really had much to do with the move. It was more our ages. I was about to be 12 and she was almost 9. I was ready to be a teenager and the two and a half year difference in our age started to feel like more than it was. Even though I fought with her, it bothered me because we had been bestest friends up until that point. She had been my playmate and confidant. We shared everything...until I outgrew her. It was kind of a rotten thing for me to do. But we had moved. I now had my own room. Lucy and Grace began sharing a room. I think Lucy and I both missed each other but were too stubborn to call a truce. And apparently this was driving our mother insane too.
Lastly, I suppose "my life falling apart" was a little dramatic. But I think I was a little dramatic back then. Ugh.