If I go through with it, I'm glad I got to spend the rest of my life with you.

I know everything because I'm only sixteen years old!

Of course I drove off. He was probably dead, anyway.

Morse code turns me on, and off, and on, and off, and ON!

I was so young and stupid back then... and I know I'll never feel that amazing again.

My feelings of disgust are all I have left.

This isn't the first time that this has happened, but I still don't know what to do.

You're no longer my friend but not quite my enemy.

You think you're all cool even though you're not <3

I'm purfakt the way I am.