((Just a little piece I wrote a few days ago, nothing big. Comments welcome, as always)) April 20th, 2004 Dear Diary, Sometimes I look back on my short life and wonder how things would have turned out if I hadn't made the mistakes I've made, or been through what I experienced. Sometimes I think things would be better off if I made a few different choices. Not that there's any point in questioning the reasons things happened, though. In a way, I'm thankful for all I've seen and gone through. It made me strong...it made me who I am, and despite the flaws that I see when looking at my writing or in the mirror, there's not a single thing that I would change about myself, because if I changed things, I wouldn't be me anymore. In other news, I finished my book on the 18th; the hassle is finally over and the weight is off my back. I had planned a vacation after finishing it, but now that it's over, I started the second book. It's almost like I can't go a day without writing...it's almost like it's my life source. I was meant to write. It's something I have to do, or I feel like I'll die - like it is the air in my lungs and the food in my kitchen. Speaking of, now that I think of it, there are still ice cream sandwiches in the freezer. THE ICE CREAM SANDWICHES BECKON ME!! Cold, creamy whipped dairy product wedged between two bars of dark chocolate cookie! NOT TO MENTION THE GUAR GUM THAT HOLDS IT ALL TOGETHER!!! Yummy artificial goodness!!! More tomorrow...I'm tired...and I'm seriously having an ice cream sandwich because now I have it on the brain. Damn female cravings for chocolate...*sigh* Night. -Summer, age 14