Marts 11th, 1985
Dear diary,
I've been looking for you for quite some time now. To be honest, about a month. Well that doesn't matter now that I've found you. Boy, you never guess what happened. Yeah, as I wrote last time I went boozing. I went boozing like I hadn't in years! I really couldn't control myself once I got into it. I'm sorry that it affected so many of my friends that I began to drink again. I wasn't in control at all, and I'm not proud of what I did at all. But guess who came back to help me.
Yep! Diane did. I tell ya, I don't think I've ever seen her look so beautiful when she walked through the door again. She wore red blouse and damn it looked good on her! She truly looked like an angel. It was like she lighted up the whole bar when she stepped in. But she wouldn't have dared to return if it weren't for Coach. He had paid her a visit as far as I'm concerned, told her about my boozing and convinced her to come back and safe me or something like that.
When he told me that she'd stop by, I was actually quite afraid. I was afraid to face her again.
I didn't want her help at that time, but now I'm glad, I did. I needed it more than I knew. She wanted me to meet a psychiatrist she knew who she thought could help me. And he has.
Rough and tough hours paid off and I'm now all sober again. That day I found out that Diane hadn't had an easy time herself. Apparently Frasier Crane, the psychiatrist, worked at a sanitarium called Goldenbrook where Diane had spent the last couple of months. Boy I laughed so hard at it at first.
I was also drunk at the time, so. But now, I'm feeling really bad about it. She'd clearly dealt with some problems herself since the breakup. But she overcame it just like I recently did.
And I can also inform you that she recently told me that she's dating that Frasier Crane who has counseled me. Eww, I thought at first just as the others in the bar did, but then I came to realize that I should be happy for her. She's found the right guy and she's happy. Or at least she 'plays' happy.
He's smart, yeah, but she doesn't foul me. I know that even though she tries to convince me that she's over me, she's still hung up on me. But every time we discus that subject she just accuse ME for still being crazy about her. Shsch! Right! She thinks that now that she has a 'boyfriend' she's free of all accuses. Well she can lie as much as she wants to. I couldn't care less. She means absolutely nothing to me anymore. She's the one who plays the foul in this case. Just wait and see when she comes to her senses then comes running back to me. Oh, I can't wait to laugh in the face when that time comes! But she's a tough one, I know that. And this may take a while before she gives this silly little "in love" thing up with her Doctor Crane. Poor Frasier. Too bad he has to go through all this. He's just a piece in her puzzle. He's actually a nice guy. A little too nerdy for my taste though. But the thing is that she's back and the game is on yet again.
Who'll take the lead? We'll see. But it really doesn't matter…'cause there's already a winner.
I'll keep you updated.
See ya then.
Sam.