Diary of a 90s Teen

Summer, Summer, Summer time. This time of year should be spent partying, vacationing and doing nothing but having fun. However, this is the summer might as well have been winter with all the doom and gloom and sadness that I was feeling. 

Tears can't stop falling of one boy. Legs open up for another. And prospects are on the rise with a new one. It's a never ending emotional roller coaster of jealousy, love, hate, envy and lust. Life of a teen girl is never dull.

When one boy is constantly breaking your heart, and the other is a huge disappointment, what is there for a girl to do? Keep dealing with the both of them, hoping they can get their acts together, or drop them both.

When your side piece tells you a rumor about your boyfriend, are you going to believe it? It could be true, since your boyfriend has been acting real funny lately. Or it could be false cause your side piece wants to keep on side poking you.

Playing the waiting game. Waiting on visits. Waiting on response letters. Waiting on feelings to be returned. Waiting for that 90 day mark to hit. If being a teen in the 90's taught nothing else, it taught me patience .

The day I had been waiting on. The day he asked me to be his girl. Anticipation kept me chasing him. But I didn't spend the whole time thinking of him with another, annoying, old somebody still in the picture.

Is he a friend or a foe? Has he placed you in the friend zone, or in the love lane? Sometimes it's up to you how you're going to deal with that boy, as opposed to letting him make all the decisions in your budding or fading friendship/situationship/relationship whatever you're calling it this week.

I kept promising myself that if my friend started dating him, I would stop messing with him. But promises are made to be broken... right? It's hard to stop doing something that you've made a habit and when you think you're in love with that boy.

Causing on one boy. While continuing to crush another. What's a freshman girl, that just really wants a boyfriend, to do? Have to work harder on getting the head, heart and hormones aligned if that want is ever to come true.

So, how'd you spend the summer before going into 9th grade? I spent it having a friend, turn into more than a friend. My little secret, that carried over well into the start of the new school year.