my room was in a mess; i was supposed to fix it, but my attention span got the best of me and my precious books are playing on the floor. do not worry, they are having fun. it’s nice for them to be on their own little pages rather than just lying down on my table.

the parents found me all crouched up in a corner with Steve and a pair of scissors.

i can’t help it. she’s going to get him; he’s going to get me.

i’m terrified.