Teens Like A Lot Of The Same

A Compassion Swirled Form Nowhere In The High I Was Lost In. She Needed Me. She Needed Me To Accept Her For What She Was. And When I Realized That I Had It Within Myself To Give Her At Least This Small Part Of Me, The Last Of My Fear Melted Away.

...treat People With Understanding When You Can, And Fake It When You Can't Until You Do Understand.

Keep Your Vampire Mitts Off Me. I'm Not Your Friggin' Blood Toy.

She's Not Your Type. Since When Do I Have A Type?

Don’t Stereotype, Jenks. Hapa Is An Equal-opportunity Hate Group,” I Said.