I think the only necessary conclusion is that we are too beautiful, because being not beautiful at all just doesn't make sense.

No one cares. Apathy is a disease and some days I long for it.

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.

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.

There is nothing special about falling in love. This is habit, this is routine, this is a learned natural ability.

I am pondering the paper cut on my knuckle. This is not an education. I am in daycare.