Would you like to join me as I entertain the world?

I've come to despise static cling with every ounce of my being.

C'est la vie

The first day I walked into third grade was the last day I was optimistic.

Being mocked incessantly, every day, by your peers from the age of seven or so to the age of seventeen, changes you into the kind of person who can't muster up the courage to defend oneself.

They call you heartless; but you have a heart, and I love you for being ashamed to show it.