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Dear Diary, February 9, 1988
Something very strange has happened.
I snuck out of the house last night to go see Leo and Jacques at the cabin. Ronnette was supposed to be there too, and I w...
Posted by Laura on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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Dear Diary, November 13, 1987
I am home. It's early. Leo and Bobby weren't very happy about the fact that I wanted to go home. Leo had decided that it was going to be a night of new and "unusu...
Posted by Laura on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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Dear Diary, November 12, 1987
I hope God reads this:
I could use the help.
It is definitely the end of my life, the end of my belief in myself . . . trust . . . everything gone! Le...
Posted by Laura on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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Diary . . . December 14, 1986
I dreamed about BOB last night. Not a real nice dream at all, a little sick in my opinion because I have so much hatred for the way he spoiled me made me feel ug...
Posted by Laura on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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Dear Diary, November 20, 1985
I had a dream just now that makes me believe I will not be sleeping tonight.
I was in a room. It was very empty, and I was feeling badly that it was empty. ...
Posted by Laura on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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Well, Diary, August 11, 1984
Here we are. About a mile from home, just before dark. The summer months seem to make the woods less dangerous until later at night. It is warm out, and you and I...
Posted by Laura on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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Dear Diary, August 7, 1984
I spent the afternoon with Troy today, cleaning him, and brushing and feeding him. I was fascinated by how much he seems to understand how I'm feeling. He nuzzled up...
Posted by Laura on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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Dear Diary, August , 1984
I haven't written for a long time, and for that I am truly sorry. Maddy left three days ago, and I feel very frightened. inside about something I do not understand.
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Posted by Laura on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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Dear Diary, July 30, 1984
Maddy brought a bunch of clothes with her, and she had me try all of them on in front of the mirror. She could tell I was feeling depressed about something . . . I gu...
Posted by Laura on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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Dear Diary, July 29, 1984
Here is a poem.
From the light in my window he can see into me
But I cannot see him until he is close
Breathing, with a smile at my window
He comes to take ...
Posted by Laura on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
