Journal Entry: August 28, 1990
For the third journal topic in my freshman year of high school – that’s grade 9 – we were assigned to “Describe a feeling (emotion)” and this is the crap that I pooped out of my pen:
August 28, 1990
Describe a feeling (emotion)
Love is such a wonderful, terrible thing. Love is like climbing a mountain, and then jumping off of a cliff. It brings you up slowly, then drops you like a sack of potatoes off an eight-story building. Love brings you to the highest point of happiness, then for some reason, she, the one you loved, lowers the bomb. Oh, she may try to hide it by saying something like, “I liked you better as a friend,” but there is no escape from this deathly doom, this forbidden fate, this bitter end. There will always be “the other guy,” no exceptions. Love is a wonderful, terrible thing.
If Woodlawn High had a Passive-Agressive Debate Team, we would have gone to state with me as the captain. The Melo-Dramatic Drama Club was quite unpopular and we held the worst parties alone in our rooms surrounded by self-loathing. I never smoked a clove cigarette, but I feel like I got too close to it.