Lola. Age 10
December 18,1992
Dear Diary,
Name Redacted #1 used to like me. (At least I think so.) He doesn't seem to like me anymore. Name Redacted #2 says that Name Redacted #1 likes me. I don't know. Boys are all confusing to me.
Confused,
Lola
Sigh. That is only the beginning, sweet little 10 year old Lola. If I had a Bill and Ted's Phonebooth, this would be a great moment to go back in time and tell myself to forget about boys and take piano lessons more seriously. Or not to forget to wind my watch. Either one, really.
December 18,1992
Dear Diary,
Name Redacted #1 used to like me. (At least I think so.) He doesn't seem to like me anymore. Name Redacted #2 says that Name Redacted #1 likes me. I don't know. Boys are all confusing to me.
Confused,
Lola
Sigh. That is only the beginning, sweet little 10 year old Lola. If I had a Bill and Ted's Phonebooth, this would be a great moment to go back in time and tell myself to forget about boys and take piano lessons more seriously. Or not to forget to wind my watch. Either one, really.
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