you know what? you are rude, and mean, and sloppy, and frizzy… and I don’t like you at all!
It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be
Then I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into f l a m e s.
You’re the weak one. And you’ll never know love, or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.