Through the Eyes of Elphie - 12/07

12/071

I am horrible at keeping up with these things. I hate writing in diaries. For one thing, they can't converse back. For another thing, diary entries always sound more like . . . reports. Reports on how you're life is doing. Reports on your mental state. It's so much like a therapist's notes, except written by the patient.2

But I am forced to write in this thing. It's part of my "therapy". I must write in it at least twice a week. And then, every Wednesday, I will turn it in to my therapist. She promises not to read it, only to make sure that I have written in it. As if. She's going to read it, I know she is. Therefore, there will not be much important info in here.3

Okay, so, on with my personal therapy report:4

Today was horribly shitty. I went to school as usual. The girl I am in love with talked to me about important things. Winter formal is approaching rapidly and I have no one to go with. I don't even know why I want to go. I guess I feel this terrible ache inside that is pushing me to get involved in my school. 5

I want her so bad. When I see her, my heartbeat speeds up. My blood pounds in my ears. I'm not sure why she talks to me. But I do know that without her, I would not be here.6

Hmm. This entry revealed much more than I originally intended. I suppose this may not be so horrible.7

This is Elphie Keehan, signing off.8