Circa February 1990

Here's just a sampling from my 15 year old self. I was apparently a tad bit angry with my folks. I wish I'd journaled when I was younger to remember more of what was going on at this time...

On the upside - we have a totally normal and healthy relationship now. :)

Where are they when I need them?

I know they're nowhere near

I call and call their names

But no one seems to hear

My desperate pleas and cries

They all just plain ignore

To them I am a nothing

Yet always wanting more

I didn't mean to do it

Whatever they say I did

But after all, what's one wrong

When I'm still just but a kid?

~February 6, 1990

They never say "I'm proud of you"

Or "my you did so good"

I know they must be thinking it

But say it I wish they would

I try so hard to be the best

But I know they'll never see

Anything I've ever done

Because it's done by me

All I wished for

Was a great big hug

And maybe a kind word or two

But as far as they're concerned,

My grave's already dug...

~February 7, 1990