Lydia, I’ve had a crush on you since the third grade. And I know that somewhere inside that cold, lifeless exterior there’s an actual human soul. And I’m also pretty sure that I’m the only one who knows how smart you really are. And that once you’re done pretending to be a nitwit you’ll eventually go off and write some insane mathematical theorem that wins you the Nobel Prize.
Stories that Give Me Hope.
Stories that make me cry
what is this moisture coming from my eyes
my eyeballs are leaking
The last one though
seriously all of these make me cry