February 26, 1979

Hi.
It's been a whole week! Sorry. I've been very busy. My parents left on Thurs for San Francisco. Lori met a cute guy in Palm Springs. My grades are shitty, I want to go to the prom, I want Allen.

This and more was going through my head last Sat. nite. I was so depressed, I wanted to die. I read over all the notes Allen has given me and I started crying.

I decided I needed someone to talk to so I called Allen. Unusual? Well I'm sure he was totally shocked. Well, I called him and we talked for a long time. I told him I was confused, depressed, and going insane. And of course I started crying. He was shocked.

Well, he comforted me. We talked about school, Cheap Trick, concerts, music, camp, let's see...what else? Oh you know, usual stuff like that. Then he said bye and today (Monday) I thought surely he'd say hi to me. But noooo. Of course he didn't. Piss off.

In geom, French, and Bio I have C's. In Eng and P.E. I have A's. Weird? I don't know what's wrong. Actually I do know--I'm depressed as hell.

My life's going nowhere. All it is is school and homework, and on weekends, more homework. Where's my social life? Shit, I'm depressed. I want to meet people. I want to fall in love with a gorgeous 12th grader, go to the prom, and eventually marry him.

How stupid. Wake up, Zoe. You're a loser and you know it. You'll never have your dreams come true.

I hate my school. I want to go somewhere else. At least I'll meet someone cute. Ha, what a total joke.