May 19th, 1990

Dear Diary,
Why can't I be normal.  Why does everything happen to me.  I guess I'm just silly old Sarah.  I'll never be the same as I used to.  I have 3 friends and maybe 2.  Life stinks.  I get all the presures in the crummy thing called life.  I wish I were dead.  I can't go on.  Why Me Why Me Why me!

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