So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe.

I glanced at my best friend from the corner of my eye, something about him wasn't quite right. when he noticed his face went red and he smiled. Katey said it's a sickness and she grinned at me, he's got it bad.

Summarizing my biggest hardship in one word?

Kittens.

The furry little monsters that sleep under your bed at night. Or try to suffocate you in your sleep (by sitting on your face).

The most dangerous thing in the world?

Boredom--

Who can honestly say they haven't come up with some pretty creative ideas on how to take over the world, just because they were bored? I mean, building flower robots that hypnotise people.

"What was that for?"He growled.

"No reason. It was just cute the way you'd run after me and then smack! Right in the forehead. Aah, good times, bro."

Okay, but first things first. I would never intentionally piss mum off: I'm not suicidal..

"Shut up and let me relax."

I couldn't bite back a snort." If you were anymore relaxed you'd be comatose."

He could be so infuriatingly cute sometimes. Okay, all the time. How did he do it, honestly? It shouldn't be possible for anyone to have the ability to make me want to punch them and glomp them at the same time.

I sat there for three hours crying, sobbing without stopping. Until my throat hurt and my eyes were blood red. Until I forgot what I had originally wanted to forget. When I heard your voice I knew, I cried so much I got over you.