6.10.2008

Dear Editors,

Today is my three month anniversary with my boyfriend, Marc.  He is one of the best things that has ever happened to me.  Even though I am really young, I think I may have fallen in love.  Maybe I should introduce myself.  My name is Ada Moench, and I am 14 years old.  This is my journal.  This journal is for things which I have been keeping bottled up inside, for when I am in need of someone to talk to.  You, editors, are either my parents, a friend, or just a journal.  Apparently, keeping one of these is supposed to be therapeutic, and help people feel happier.  We’ll see just how well that works out.  

Now, back to what I was saying before.  I don’t know why, but I feel as though I really do love Marc Bekele.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure I won’t marry him, but the more I’m around him, the more I feel like he’s who I want to be with for a very long time.   It’s not as if I feel like I own him, and I am getting much better at handling my jealousy, which leads me to believe that I really do love the guy.  Yes, I know that boys are dangerous, but….I feel different about Marc.  And now he’s moving.  What am I going to do?  This opens up so many problems; all of them I’m so terrified to face.  I don’t want him to go.  I never want him to go…

I’m sorry for losing my temper earlier.  Life has been throwing me more curve balls than a professional baseball pitcher.  Of course, I could never tell either of you this; I try not to bother anyone with my problems.  They are mine to deal with.  The talent show is coming up, and I don’t know if I can go up there.  I’m so scared.  My time at LMS is drawing quickly to an end, and though Fairfax is exciting, it’s also kinda scary.  There are enough problems with drama now, and next year the amount of people will more than double.  Not to mention how big the school itself is, or how much homework I’ll have with four pre-AP courses and a language 2 class.  But I’m sure everything will be just fine.  It usually is.  Still, even with all that (and more), there is no excuse for my actions. Thanks for not yelling, and for trying to understand.  I know I don’t tell you much, but it’s hard for me to do.  Please don’t ground me.  If you feel as if you must, at least wait until after Hillari’s party.  I’m going to miss her and Lyra so much, and that’s the last time I will ever get to see them.

Sincerely,
Ada Moench