My thoughts on people I didn't know.

Man, I was kind of a jerk.  Just a little bit.
I won't mention the names of the victims I wrote about.  Because 1) I still know them and 2) I'm embarrassed to admit how mean I was about them, even if it was just to myself.  Jealousy will do that to you!

12/7/98
"I guess if you wear enough make-up, the right clothes, and are bubbly, it doesn't matter if you're cross-eyed."

"I saw you today, in the same stance you're always in, same clothes you always wear, and the same facial expression plastered on your face.  I noticed your braces are off, your perfect white teeth catching the sunlight through the tiny gaping expression your mouth is always in.  I've never heard you speak; you always seem buried in your own quiet world.  In a sense I feel sorry for you, that you couldn't have at least attempted to worm your way out of your shyness.  But that's your own damn fault."

"Hidden beneath her layers of makeup and her hauty, better-than-everyone attitude, there has to be a little girl drowning in there somewhere.  Somewhere inside there is a real person."

*"She's a stupid girl, ugly with her wannabe sex kitten personality, doomed by the fact that she's just a dork.  She used to tell me of how she would have sex with her boyfriends of only a few days, in the woods, in her kitchen, anywhere.  She brags about thse ugly guys as if there was something to be jealous of. Whatever.  She needs to get over it."

 This is us in '98.  I don't know whose shirt that is that I'm wearing.  I knew I wasn't cool - but I had accepted that long ago.  I thought everyone should know their place, and if they didn't, I was deathly judemental and jealous of them.  Oh, age fifteen!

Also in this picture are: Brandi on the far left, Stephanie, and Sarah.  Amanda in the background - Sarah, whatever happened to her?