February 18, 1997: Past in the Past

One thing that happens in a lot of my diaries is that I go back and re-read them, then I make a very self-reflective post about "how far I've come" or "wow, I talk about boys all of the time", etc. Seriously. Like clockwork. Even though I was definitely too young to actually think I was so wise or changing all that much, I applaud adolescent Monica for trying so hard to overcome and grow. Here's a wonderful 14 year old girl's attempt at self-discovery:

I was looking through some old shtuff and I found out it's been exactly one year (since yesterday) since I first liked Jarod. It feels like I'm back in eighth grade again. (Gee, I wish I was!) Coincidence? I THINK NOT!! On the other hand, I'm glad I have finally put my past in the past. (most of it) As I was reading through all this junk, I couldn't believe how lovestruck I was. Boy, was I sappy! (probably still am) Well adios for now amigo (or amiga) or whatever gender you are.

I would also like to say that I appreciate that I had not pre-determined my diary's gender. :)