Marcy S., age 16, Tennessee


Cloudy, cold, dreary. Felt as if I had lost something when I woke up — a friend. Hate days like this too often. Practiced and studied. Still going around in terrible circles. Will things never straighten out? Life is such a muddle. Poor Diary! You do get the worst of everything! I wish tomorrow were Monday. I miss Mary. Reread some of her notes today. Oh! I will be great because she believes in me!