Hey you. Yes, YOU.
I have to say a few things to say about you.


I mean, who do you think you are, strolling into my life like this? What authority do you have, to just walk in with your pizazz and your flair, and make me fall head over heels in love with you? Do you think its fun, swooning over you every time I see you, every time I think about you? Do you think I enjoy laughing at all your funny jokes, and feeling the warmth in your arms? Is it funny, to take this small, fragile girl and build her up, to be there for her everytime she's down, to care for her more than any guy has, to know exactly what she needs every time she's upset? You think you're so smart, knowing how to push all my buttons, and make me smile even against my will?

Well, here's what I have for you, punk.




Yeah, that's right. Try swallowing this before you sleep at night.