He's different, artistic, emotionally unstable, and I'm pretty sure, insane. He's sweet and very gentle. Lastly, he's completely, heels over head in love with me. I guess that's how the world works sometimes.

Love is a fickle thing, but it's totally worth it.

So you are scared of child birth... But you aren't scared of a serial killer or a burgular getting into your house...

You are one strange person my friend...

I noticed how he bacame a little softer to me, but to everyone else still held on to his insane arrogance and pride. though now he seems nicer to people. Note I say nicer. He toletrates life now, and some of the people in it.

Some days you're the dog...

...and somedays you're the fire hydrant

It's not like I go and profess my love to him everyday, or at all for that matter. I just watch him from a distance and bug the crap out of him occasionally and delight in how he tries and fails to change the way I am.

Apparently I'm not happy enough. Well happy can go get stuffed- I'm calm, cool, and collected just the way I like it

The teacher looked at me. "Cliffet, Hawn, you'll be working together today."

And I do a little dance inside my ead. Today's a good day.

"Try not to kill eachother."

Or not.

She knew exactly what she was doing to get me to confess. Argh! This is why I hate girls. They can't just be straight foreward about it or beat it out of us. Nooo, they have to get under our skin to frustrate us into telling them.

I tend to find many things mentally hilarious. Such as when he, the one who I always teased and whom hated me, came through the door and professed his undying love for me. When I always thought it was I who loved him. The irony of it all.