Laments

I'm sorry. I'm not sorry. I feel insulted. I don't know what to do. I can't say everything through electrons.
Hannah, I love you. But sometimes, I don't know what to think. I don't know what to say. I don't know which side to take.
How do you tell someone you love that sometimes they're not right?
I guess we can talk about this at the movie night. Just promise me you won't to that thing where you clam up and don't talk to us. Be mature. Being immature has its advantages, but only in the humorous department. Not in the seriousness department.

Heather, tell your psychiatrist that Laura's parents will be there. That should work.

Yeah, I seriously can't wait. We really need this, you guys. Like, REALLY.

Laura, NO MORE KNITTING WITH PLASTIC NEEDLES. :D

I gots to jet. bbai!