I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground.

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

They're on their way to the foreign-language wing. That's no surprise. The foreign kids are always here, like they need to breathe air scented with their native language a couple times a day or they'll choke to death on too much American.

I am getting better at smiling when people expect it.

There's no point in asking why, even though everybody will. I know why. The harder question is "why not?" I can't believe she ran out of answers before I did.

I need a new friend. I need a friend, period. Not a true friend, nothing close or share clothes or sleepover giggle giggle yak yak. Just a pseudo-friend, disposable friend. Friend as accessory. Just so I don't feel or look so stupid.

I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground.