Diary Thursdays - sexy blue socks

Monday, October 1st, 1990 - 13-years-old

Today at school was fun. Even PE, which I hate. In English, Robert said Willie liked me. He could have been lying, I don’t even know (much less like) Willie nor Robert. He said Willie liked me because I “Looked good.” That made me happy. It was kind of a reassurance that I was still pretty, because I always thought I was.

Sounds like I had remarkably high self esteem for an 8th grader. So high that I thought I could get away with sporting bright blue socks under my blue Keds.

Perhaps I was being delusional. But then again, who wouldn’t want this hot piece of thirteen-year-old ass?