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I am human. I fell down when I was learning to walk and needed help back up. I cried my heart out over a dead bird and refused to stop crying until we had a funeral for it, and then cried harder when it was buried because I couldn't imagine a worse fate than being forgotten. I kissed a frog because I wanted to see if the fairy tales were true and the frog was really a person, trapped. I danced in the rain in my underwear because I thought that rain deserved to be absorbed by as much skin as possible, and I loved summer rain more than anything in the world. I loved to eat sugar when no one was looking, I climbed trees and made up stories abou

I am human. I fell down when I was learning to walk and needed help back up. I cried my heart out over a dead bird and refused to stop crying until we had a funeral for it, and then cried harder when it was buried because I couldn't imagine a worse fate than being forgotten. I kissed a frog because I wanted to see if the fairy tales were true and the frog was really a person, trapped. I danced in the rain in my underwear because I thought that rain deserved to be absorbed by as much skin as possible, and I loved summer rain more than anything in the world. I loved to eat sugar when no one was looking, I climbed trees and made up stories abou

December 22, 2012 Dear friend, I guess this will be a mix of advice and whatever else my mind decides to write. You probably have realized that high school isn't at all like an 80's movie, which is such a let down. You go in thinking that you're gonna find your Danny but then you realize that you're not Sandy. You're Jan (or at least I was) and you haven't quite bloomed yet. But you're okay being Jan because Jan turned out to be the best. In the beginning you're a wallflower but by the end you're going to be whatever flower is your favorite. You work so hard and it pays off. By the end you realize that you deserve all the love in the

Ungrateful I'm no good at Calculus, or any subject for that matter. However, I don't need theorems to prove how messed up people are. A good metaphor ruined by my complaining. Yet I know all about the sadness this society brings, and not enough about the happiness. I deserve a 65% on that test. That's an F at my school, my Catholic highschool. So much bigotry. So much hypocrisy. Yet we call our chapel the house of God? I just don't understand. I don't understand people. I don't understand school. I don't understand my own religion. Religion which tears apart my insides because i'm just trying to be me. Im sick and tired. Stress lies everywh