"Falling in love." Why is it called that? I mean, I've fallen on the street, off a swing, even off a really big wall, but not love. As far as I can tell, I'm still lying on my bed without a wound to prove I tripped over anything.

The emotions that come with a slap to the face hurt far worse than the actual contact.

-Things to do today-

1. Wake up ~~ check
2. Check the clock ~~ check
3. Facepalm that you're late ~~ check
3. Create this stupid checklist to make you laugh later ~~ check
4. Miss work and go back to sleep ~~~~

I stumble over my words, over my feet, and trip over nothing the moment you are anywhere near me. And when I hear your voice I can't speak and when I stumble or trip, I actually fall..

It just so turns out that my way of dealing with things isn't exactly normal. I don't talk with my friends about it, I don't talk to the person I'm angry with, and I most certainly do not indulge in a carton of chocolate ice cream... Honest..

Sometimes I find it hard to believe that he's nuts, but then I remember the incident with the soap...

And it all comes crashing down again..

I am proud to say that I didn't let her get to me. I stayed as impassive as ever and.... blurted out my secret (love).

So he's a vampire... And vampires are real.... He isn't sparkling is he?

I want whatever you're on... If you're getting turned on by a 'sparkly', pale, scrawny man...

Despite our teacher's lack of interest in our class, no one talked or passed notes. He had a knack for knowing who exactly it was and would throw a well-aimed pen, ruler, or eraser at our head. Hitting just the right spot where it hurt like hell.

I failed to see how I was weird when he was the one who wore bright orange all the time and had a sick obsession with ramen.