I finally got my letter to the editor done for school.

I had a cool little book burning ceremony today to relieve my anger towards those I hate. (Yes, I really did burn a book!) Atleast I didn't catch them on fire. I don't think thier parents would be too happy.

I wish my hair was straight. It's wavy, and I've never seen a redhead whose hair was perfectly straight. I straighten mine artificially every morning with mousse. Of course, even that doesn't make my hair very straight.

I think...that I'm starting to hate him. But...I don't want to. When I think about him, my heart still flutters like I'm nervous, but when I look at him, I just get so angry. It's like I just realize that he ruined my entire life or something. When we talk though, I'm okay. It's like we're just...friends (or sometimes a little more). I'm so frustrated I can't explain it.

Truthfully, I want to crawl into a hole in the floor and cry. Just cry until every bone in my body hurts. Cry until I have no more tears left.