Journal August 1,2002

(Community : Story of Glory Hom)
Glory's diary,

Dear Diary,

I feel crappy! Dad & I fought this morning…it was really stupid anyway…..I didn’t want to eat oatmeal for breakfast…..I wanted the chocolate & cheese muffin from Fort Lee main street. I don’t think it was so much to ask for. It’s not like I don’t eat oatmeal everyday. Just once in a while…wanted something different. Even if he did cook the breakfast…..he didn’t have to yell at me….if I were able I would’ve gone to get breakfast myself, & then he goes & compares me with a married woman! She had cancer & cooks for her kids. “Like …..yeah but she’s how old?! Geez…I’m only a teenage…treat me like one! All I’m supposed to worry about is school-grades, college! I’m not superwoman! I can’t constantly worry eating it’s just not what teenagers do! Except for FAT one. Getting cancer doesn’t mean that I change the way I think….I guess a little but I don’t want it to affect my life. So much that I keep thinking that I’m a cancer patient all the time. You know there are moments when I still want a bag of chips & junk food. Just let me be! Anywayz…….whatever….I’m just waiting for Saturday to come…..so I can go shopping with Kate!