June 25, 1967
I worked all day today and I
must say it wasn't bad. At least Ron wasn't there so I had enough work
to keep me busy. If it wasn't for him I'd like to work full time.
I keep thinking of the money I'm making and it makes everything worth it.
Because of work I've stopped
seeing my friends and now I've even gone further. Lately I've been
home less and I've been seeing less of my parents. It's almost if I
was a border instead of living here. I hope it stays this way because
I've become kind of sick of my parents. Every time I talk to them they
say things I can't stand or disagree with so I've been avoiding them as much
as I can. (I guess I've been going through a phase).
I've been thinking about all
my friends and relatives and I've noticed how different they are from me.
I've really grown to the point where I can't stand them. The funny
thing is I can't determine just who I am or what sets me apart from them.
Whatever is happening to me
has me a bit worried. In today's society you have to conform and I'm
not even close to being like the other people I know.
I got into a big fight with
everyone tonight and they all seem to think I have some deep dark secret I'm
not telling them about. They think that's the reason I mope around.
Little do they know my problem is them.
June 26, 1967 - Monday
I tried to stay away from
home as much as I could today but besides the beach, there's no place to go.
I went surf fishing tonight
hoping to be alone but, as usual, mother butted in and sent Chris
down. Chris is a boy staying with us until his father gets home..
I tried to get out without telling anyone exactly where I was going but
mother made a federal case out of it and pried it out of me.