February 26, 1987 Dear Diary, I don’t feel good. I think I have the flu. I am at the laundry with my mom and I am going to the doctor again today. I am tired & I have a stomach ache & a headache. Moma don’t believe I’m sick but I am. I went to…

February 25, 1987 Here I am again. I have nothing better to do than write to you so I am doing just that. I met a lady named Glenda before I moved and she was so sweet. She really liked me alot. After I moved I saw her one more time when I came to…

 February 25, 1987 Dear Diary, It’s been a long time huh. Well we are living in crappy old Mississippi now. I hate it here so much I don’t know what to do. My mom is trying to get her disability and they are giving her a hard time. This is the second time she has…