I think I was going for a “Dear Diary” approach in using 2nd person. I had a school journal as well but these ones are from the one I kept separately.
But tell me, can you relate to the feeling of achieving something you wanted very badly and realizing that you don’t want it anymore? And do you remember how many people had crushes on you in third grade?
I was at an all girl's school. Not that this would preclude the absence of crushes, but I can't say I ever had a crush in my entire life, or that I am crush-material for anybody else to have a crush on me. To be honest, crushes were not topics of conversations back in the English seventies....At least, not to my knowledge.
Sadly, I can only imagine too well that the thrill will be gone too soon after it hits you. It is not a good thing: for it makes you very reticent to want anything much at all. My sister aces me in this low-brow approach to life, though. I am fortunately a little more mercurial.... Again it may also be a typically European thing not to want too much of anything (at least not out loud). And a Brit will never confess to no longer wanting something they expressed wanting. The stiff upper lip prefers to grin and bear it.
In view of all this, I read your diary entries with much amazement (at your precocity).