Being True to the Diary

Well for the first time I am feeling really embarrassed to write down the latest entry so – blush, blush – know that I am blushing with embarrassment.

Oct 8, 1969  Today I want to make a few confessions. Firstly there are two boys I like at school (that may sound silly but my conscience has bothered me about not saying it before). I don’t know the name of the one but the other one is Tom L.  . . . Isn’t it awful the way I’m all mixed up? I think I’m in love with three people and really I don’t know! Sometimes I get so mixed up I really cry – when I’m in bed.

I’ve never thought myself especially beautiful but I’ve got my doubts! Today while coming home from school 2 cars stopped and I was so scared I ‘most ran away. Then a car followed me and just as I was going up to the house he said “Hi there, beautiful”!  I stared at him real cold like and walked huffy up to the house! I think I must of looked really dumb but well!  But I know he wasn’t saying it’s a joke.  I just know! (womanly intuition?) 

Now, as these notes look more like letters I think (like Anne Frank, that’s where I got the idea) I’m going to name you.  I shall call you CASSANDRA because it has a nice ring to it. The name is Greek and means ‘the prophetess’. You are the one who holds my past and in a way my future. What shall become of me? I only hope it’s not as awful as Anne Frank or Scarlett O’Hara. To be killed or to be left by the one you love, losing everything, I just too awful!

Well Adieu – Cassandra!