My angel-boy is close now, as in five-feet-away close. There's no way I'm going to burst into song in front of him. But then the contrary part of me says, you're going to let a boy keep you from singing out loud? Sing, sister! Sing!
So I do, and my angel-boy turns his head.

If everyone started off the day singing, just think how happy they'd be.

I know I seem really friendly, but I'm a closet introvert.

We all mess up. It's what we learn from our mistakes that matters.

So, as a seventh grader,no, you weren't friends with people you didnt like. But sometimesyou also werent friends with people you did like, which was complicated, and which didnt make any sence if you tried to explain it. Sometimes things just changed. Thats where the sadness came in.

Any sentence that combined "I love you" and "but" could not be good.