Monday, July 8, 2013
Watertown: January 21, 1959
Oh, I’m so mad, I could just spit! Today was
Daniel’s and my second anniversary, and he didn't even remember or say anything
about it. And I’ll be darned if I’ll bring it up again like I did the last
time. If he doesn't care even that much about it, I’m not going to keep
reminding him. He didn't pay hardly any attention to me tonight, either. We had
the first night of Kapers tonight and we were together quite a bit,
considering. But he had the car and didn't even ask if I wanted a ride or how I
was going home. So I went home with my folks. Disgusting. At first when I got
home I cried a little because he didn't even remember, but now I can’t think of
anything to cry for. I don’t like him at all – and I’m ready to quit anytime.
And I’m not even sad at all…
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