Marty Rantzen's Corner

I know that diaries are sissy stuff, but I often feel it's necessary to share my feelings with an inanimate object rather than get made fun of by a listening ear.

So here it goes...

Today at school, I was slammed into my locker real bad. And the perpetrator thought it was hilarious. I don't see what's so comical about pushing one into a locker...sounds like some low-brow comedy to me! And besides, I got a bruise that was so big, it looked like a tattoo on my shoulder. Good thing I hardly ever wear sleeveless tees...

I get real sad sometimes, like there's nobody out there who cares about me. My parents hardly ever talk to me unless I score some kind of award or straight A's. And all my friends left me because they thought I was too dull. Girls aren't exactly throwing themselves at me like they should be...I mean, I'm not half bad looking of a guy. Perhaps my glasses are a bit off-putting to some, but so what? Isn't it on the inside that really counts?

We're all made up of the same molecular bonds, and are in the same genome, so doesn't that make us all the same? Skip says I'm full of shit.

I talked to the counselor about my problems, and she said I might have some psychological issues or something, dissassociated behavior and depression. Hopefully things don't get too bad...