Chemistry makes me hate myself. I think there is something wrong in letting a child live fourteen or fifteen years believing that everything is so easy and that she'll never really have to try at anything 'cause she's so naturally talented.
I am pondering the paper cut on my knuckle. This is not an education. I am in daycare.
I think the only necessary conclusion is that we are too beautiful, because being not beautiful at all just doesn't make sense.
Sometimes I feel ashamed and stupid for all the times I laughed at teenage love and now look at me. I'm a glowing example. I am the demonstration. I am the diagram and charts. I'm all the sappy words and sugary feelings and there's no diffrence. None. And evreyone I ridiculed is throwing tomatoes at me! Sometimes the boys and girls walking down the hall together holding hands or making out against a locker make me want to scream. But I can't because I am just as bad as them.
There is nothing special about falling in love. This is habit, this is routine, this is a learned natural ability.
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