High school is a kind of Hell.

I think if there is a Hell, it will be very similar.

I was popular, but only because I followed the popular group so closely, and because people found me pretty. I nodded along with them, laughed when they laughed, jumped when they jumped. I did whatever they said, whatever they suggested. I think you just get so ( Read more... )

I've been playing the piano since I could walk. I didn't start writing until much later ( Read more... )

I hate the city. The pollution here practically crawls across my skin everyday. The crowds, the crawling and scraping around to make it. Make what? I don't understand. I don't think I ever will. Maybe it seems more amazing if you haven't lived here your whole life ( Read more... )