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*The Skye Project*
Dear Diary 1
I wish I had a friend.
I do not.
I hate it because I do not.
If I had a friend I
would hug her all day long.
If I had a friend I
would po-go stick through the park
just to see her.
If I had a friend I
would overcome my fear of
h
e
i
g
h
t
s
You can be afraid of l o t s of things
Realllllly.
Sometimes I'm afraid of the dark
or food
if it's weird.
Cottage cheese
Bananas
Tomatoes
Ketchup
Salsa
V-8
Pancakes
Cakes
Cupcakes
Blueberries
Pie
Blueberry pie
Tomato
Cake
If I had a friend
I would feel less weird
about food.
Dear Diary 2
I have a mom.
It's pretty weird.
Everyone has a mom.
And that's not weird.
Maybe it is.
First you have a kid
and that's weird.
Then you teach it how to talk like you.
That's pretty weird.
Then it learns to BE like you
and that's reallllly weird.
Then she doesn't want you around at all.
And that's the W E I R D E S T.
You look like her.
You talk like her.
You walk like her.
You act like her.
...no you don't.
And that's why she won't return my calls.
Dear Diary 3
Today I saw a squirrel,
And I wanted to squeeeeeeeze its head
tiny head
But if I did, I knew it would skitzo-bite off my hand!
And I need that hand!
For
Kite-Flying
Cake-Baking
Tampon-Inserting
Bike-Riding
Roller-Skating
Sing-Songing
See-Sawing
Sawing
I once saw
a UFO
And so I waved
If I didn't have that hand,
I wouldn't have been able to do that...
I'm glad I didn't squeeeeeeze that squirrel.
Say Hello, Helllllllo, h e l l o.....
Dear Diary 4
I don't like working.
If I didn't have to work
I could be a movie star.
It's proven!
Because movie stars don't work
and so if I didn't work
I'd be a movie star too!
I realllllllly like movies.
Only I can't watch them at work.
I like movies because
everybody gets dressed UP
and they have parties two-gether
and they laugh A L O T
like in that one movie
where the girls
are both named Marie
and play games A L L T H E T I M E
and s-w-i-i-i-i-n-g from chandeliers
and step on food
and eat with scissors
and set their apartment on fire
and wear butterflies
and boys call
and they listen to them
like they're only music.
Or like in that other movie
about boating
where a girl has a book
about magic
and makes a best friend appear.
Oh!
That's a GREAT idea!
I'm gonna get a magic book
RIGHT NOW!
Oh wait.
I'm still at work.
I don't like workin'...
Dear Diary 5
People say
I look like
someone.
I do.
I look like me.
Hello.
My name is Skye.
My name is SKYE.
My name is S-K-Y-E!
And that spells SKYE ! ! !
It's hard
enough
not being seen.
But when people say
you're not you,
you're HER,
It makes E V E R Y T H I N G
WORSE.
See ME.
SKYE.
Do I say
You look like a pony?
No.
You look like a map?
No.
You look like the president of the united states of ameeeeerica?
No.
That's not nice.
I see YOU.
I'm SKYE.
4
better
or
4
worse...
I'm Skye 4ever.
So
hug SKYE4EVER! PLEEEEEEZ!
...but
if you see a girl
who looks like ME,
maybe
she
and I
can be friends
so
tell me THAT!
Tell her too.
Soon.
Dear Diary 6
Sad.
Sad.
Sad.
Sad.
So sad.
Sometimes
the sheets
are sooooooo H E A V Y
like they know
they're
WINNING
and I stay there because...
I'm not funny
I'm not serious
I'm not tall
I'm not rich
(no way)
I'm not a good cook
I'm not professional
I'm not outspoken
I'm not pretty
I'm not popular
I'm not fashionable
I'm not punctual
I'm not athletic
I'm not anything much
to notice
I'm not
but then I look outside
and I see
it's only grey
skies
making me feel this way
and I
remember
I am not who I am not.
I am who I am
AND who I am not.
I'm still me
and it's the SKY
that's sooooooo H E A V Y
not SKYE!
this morning
I was so happy
to ride my bike to work
Even if
it looked like rain.
Dear Diary 7
It's really important to talk about the food groups.
Apples.
Cow.
Potatoes and milk.
If you don't live with your mom
she can't tell you what to eat.
That's why you need a best friend
cuz when you go out to breakfast on Sundays
they include the food groups 4 you
and who wants to eat all the food groups
without your best friend?
Today's Sunday.
Here's what I had to eat:
Toast.
Dear Diary 8
Musts:
cat
fun
funny
really really funny
laughing
dress-up
pretty
pretty neat
pretty much likes to ride bikes with me
likes bikes
likes bowling
(no not bowling)
likes rollerskating
same size shoes
same size hugs
same size hands
same size
same
no not same
not pink
not shy
not late
not hungry
not lazy
not hazy
not clumsy
not slouchy
not boney
not lonely
not moody
not wishy washy
not not sure
not
oh gee...
I want a best friend
but
I feel
I can't come up with one today
because
I'm not feeling
good
enough.
For Anyone.
Dear Diary 9
sing
song
sing
song
sing song!
Here is when I like to sing...
in the sun
in the rain
in the snow
in the bath
in the kitchen
boiling water
eating toast
(I choke on crumbs some)
on my bike
on the bus
on my way
here
on my way
there
at my work (quietly)
in the library (extra quietly)
in the park
in the dark
when I'm scared
when I'm happy
when I'm sad
when I'm mad
when I simply
have n o t h i n g else to say.
Today
I sang for ME
just because
it felt good
to know I could.
Can I sing?
Oh
I don't know.
But it made me feel
like time stood
still
and e v e r y t h i n g
was as it should
be.
Today
was
simple.
And that was
good enough
for
me.