Diana redux

Last names have been removed to protect the innocent, but otherwise this is verbatim from my diary when I was 12:
"Yo went on this inglesa-retreat thing from viernes to hoy (domingo). At el retreat, Yo no se why, Yo stopped gusta-ing Antonio y started gustar Julio. Last noche y this morning, miro up y Julio would be mira-ing at me."
No idea why I was writing in both (very bad) Spanish and English, or why I called these guys by made-up Spanish names. Sadly, nothing ever came of my liking of either of them. Except that reading about it now is funny, of course.

Dear Diana...

My diaries (written as letters to a fictitious confidante, Diana - I'd been reading Anne Frank's diary to 'Kitty') from junior high and the first part of high school are falling apart. They're stained (soda? chocolate?), written in fading pencil on cheap notebook paper. So I'm typing them up, and it's painful to see how I was. I was an idiot, a little narcissist who thought everything was about me. Essentially, all the faults that bother me most, and that I feel I have worked hard to overcome, are on full display here. And yeah, I was twelve and a half, and that's what girls are like. But still.
One bright spot, as I was writing about a would-be suitor: "Then he said, 'You see, I want to know more about your life, however boring it may be.' I nearly died."