A WEEK IN MY LIFE (episode 1, part 3)

Conclusion....

The feeling a being dumped by SB faded in importance. I weathered the storm and the closing diary comments slowly became 'stay calm' and then 'I want a new girlfriend'. Time is a great healer and teenage time drags and makes weeks feel like months. So with a small emotional scar that has never healed I just worked and watched films and lost myself in music that made me feel angry (and strong) or just comforted. One girl can't hold you down, I learnt. With each cut comes a scar that is tougher than the fresh skin was before. In the end a new scar would be made again and I awaited it's arrival. 
Every weekend was a pursuit of a new girl to scrub away the taste of SB from my mouth. I never have had a real bad feeling about her though. I would always be very pleasant to her if I ever met her. It's all in the past isn't it? 



(Is it fuck)



Tuesday January 28th 1992
Closing diary comment " I LOVE GIRLS!"

I was back to normal.