In honor of Dear Diary Day, brave Frisky staffers share their most mortifying diary entries. Share yours in the comments. We promise not to laugh.
This is a mortifying poem I found in my diary from 1997. It’s called “We Walk Away” written for the bad boy I was in lurrrrvvve with when I was 18, the summer after my freshman year of college. I’m sure you can all guess how it ended. Very, very badly. All in all, a thoroughly embarrassing illustration of my man-hating feminist, hardcore, slam poetry, post-Goth phase of life. Keep reading »
