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 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).

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..

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..

He's loud, he's annoying, he won't leave you alone. He's taking over and he has no idea he's doing it. He overlooks your feelings . You want to punch him but love him too much to follow through. Trust me, I know how you feel.

"Does-- Does Jainey like me?"

I kept my mask in place and my insides squirmed. Yes, she likes you, but I like you more and liked you longer. You stupid -insert a violent string of curse words that I probably shouldn't repeat-.

Blah Blah blah- I tuned out as per usual. I have this strange skill where I can retain information without paying attention. I glance over at my crush. He's glaring at the page like it said something offensive and smirked when he stabbed it with his pen.

My sister might be a 'little' bit insane, but she's cool. I like living with her, even though our parents are terrified that she'll kill me in my sleep....