I wish I knew why I just randomly scream at people. I wish I knew where the source of all this anger was. And I also wish I knew why I can't be nice to conceided boys...or all boys in general.
Leanne-"Hey, mommy. I know what I want to be when I grow up!" Mother-"What is that, Leanne?" Leanne-"I want to be ...... A Gay Boy! :D" Mother-"Leanne get out of my face."