Wednesday, March 24, 1982
Another warm, sunny day, pale sunlight, everything still. The last two days have really reminded me of summer.
At school I got involved in arguments that made me wonder what it is I really believe. All my pretensions end up sounding utterly false and foolish; “stereotyped,” as Jeremy put it. I emerged totally beaten, feeling stupid and sullen and I'm now thoroughly doubt ridden.
Dad had an interview for a job as social worker aide for after he retires this summer and I really hope he gets it.
I'm really depressed, despondent and demoralised.