Sorry, No Conprendo I Don't Speak Loser.

Those Fruity Drinks Better Have A Lot Of Caffeine In Them Or I'll Never Make It Through World Issues.

I Was A Terrible Athlete And A Pretty Bad Student. I Couldn't Focus. My Imagination Was Always Racing.

After Each Dream, Frankie Woke With A Start, Soaked In Tears. But She Found No Relief In The Peaceful Silence Of Her Room, Because There Everything Was Real. And The Guilt Was Too Immense To Bear. Each Time She Opened Her Eyes, She'd Quickly Shut Them. And Wish That She Had Woken Up For The Very Last Time.

This Is Our Big Chance To See What People Think Of Us. The Real Us. We Have To Show Em There's Nothing To Be Afraid Of. If We Don't Get Over Our Fears, They Never Will.

Do You Work At The Grocery Store? Then Why Are You Checking Me Out?