She's Always Down

Remember when I found my old diary?

Oh, the joy your favorite blogger felt when forcing everyone to relive painful childhood issues here, here, and here. I finally stopped with the 80s fixation here.

Kidding!

The fun continues here and here. Great times.

No one loves these memory moments more than Becky. Cause I drag out pictures and hardly have any where I'm alone. Beck is almost always by my side.

Here we are back in high school when she tweezed her eyebrows and I...didn't.

This time, though, it's not my fault. I'm going to blame Chase. He got me thinking about my Poetry Book.

See, I used to fancy myself a modern Sylvia Plath. I finally gave up the verse because, well, because I sucked. However, I did give it a go for several years. Here's a poem I wrote on December 2, 1985.

Hate

A seat in hell awaits you
It is all that you deserve
Burning hot and painful
Eternity you will serve

For all the pain you've cost me
Deceit, tricks and lies
I'll laugh when you are punished
Just look into my eyes

I've cried so many tears
For all that you have done
But when you scream in the seat in hell
You'll know then that I have won

You laughed at me so many times
When tears were on my face
But when time ends and I'm in joy
You'll be in your proper place

I know. Sixteen years old. Goth before goth was cool. No idea to whom I am referring in this forgotten-about gem.

Reagan?