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14 Year Old Angst In May 1994

May 19-20, 1994
(Jonathan is 14)

Dear God,
so much, so much, so much. I can't believe it all is starting, to make tomorrow a better place. I don't know about girls. I wonder about the way in which I should write. I think about so many things, and yet, at times, it seems as though I think about nothing.

I can see that Rachel either has some developing feelings for me, or she already likes me. I'm not sure what I should do. I don't know why, but something feels a little strange about this whole situation. I really don't know what to do. Show me please. (Maybe it's just a part of growing up.)

Help me to be able to speak to the public about the paper, and otherwise. Help me to speak from the heart, instead of the head. I think that I will then be an eloquent speaker.

I think that this empty headed in this feeling comes from the medicine. (I was on Accutane at the time... a yicky drug that was very effective at getting rid of my acne.) Help me through the medicine, and help it improve me. (If it were a choice I could make all over again, my decision might have been different on whether or not to go on it.)