It Was Her. It Was Teresa.

All Things Happen For A Purpose.

I Really Love Middle-grade. Middle-grade Books Have A Little More Of A Magical, Light-hearted Feel. You Can Be A Little Bit More Quirky, You Can Have A Little More Humor. It Doesn't Get So Dark And Deep.

And Then They Were Kissing. Something Exploded Within His Chest Burning Away The Tension And Confusion And Fear. Burning Away The Hurt Of Seconds Earlier. For A Moment It Felt Like Nothing Mattered Anymore. Like Nothing Would Matter Ever Again.

I'm A Crank. I'm Slowly Going Crazy. I Keep Wanting To Chew Off My Own Fingers And Randomly Kill People.

You Get Lazy, You Get Sad. Start Givin' Up. Plain And Simple.