It's funny that the kids who drive me crazy all week can also be the people I appreciate most in my life sometimes.

The glass pit is back... no matter what I say, playing with broken shards of glass is the most fun thing on the play ground.

I hate being lied to. No matter how small it is, no matter how inconsequential, there is nothing I hate more.

I hate that you can't stop feelings even if you know they're stupid.

I hate being a really emotional person, and too expressive. I hate knowing that people make fun of people like me.

I need a break.