If you've been following along, this may be a good time to go back and read the introduction to The Aberration Nation Teen Event.In 1985, my parents divorced. I had managed to isolate myself from everyone. Coincidentally, I studied death and dying in a medical sociology class. No one knew how I felt or what... Continue Reading →
Pieces of Penelope (1984, 18 years old)
During 1984 and '85, I wrote less in my journal, and instead focused on writing poetry. As I noted in the the introduction to the Aberration Nation Teen Event, don't expect award winning writing--only honesty.In January of 1984, I graduated from high school early and started college in my hometown, Shreveport, Louisiana. That summer one... Continue Reading →
Pieces of Penelope (1983, 17 years old)
... I HAVE TO love myself the most--not be selfish but just have self esteem, and know that I can accomplish so much in my life--and I will...***... I feel like I'm just walking through a dessert and there's no one around for hundreds and hundreds of miles. I just don't understand, and it hurts... Continue Reading →
Pieces of Penelope (1982, 16 years old)
... All I know is that if I just had one kiss from that guy, that's all I would need to sustain me for at least another six months ....***Love that hurts,Love that takes,Love that lovesFor loves own sake ...***... Yesterday I had the most traumatic experience of my life. I cannot explain it but... Continue Reading →
Pieces of Penelope (1980, 14 years old)
My DiaryPages of love and tears,Special tidbits picked up through the years,From girl to women,From daughter to mother,The pages may tear and fade,But the hopes and fears will live forever.***... Sometimes I feel sad, sometimes glad, to be me. Am I the only one with problems? I cry out for someone to solve them. I'm... Continue Reading →