InDiAn DiVa

Fact: Today is the birthday party of one of my friends.

Fact: I don’t want to go.

Fiction: She is always nice to me.

Wish: I wish she wasn’t so tactless

Fact: I do really like her, but sometimes her lack of tact can get on my nerves.

Fact: She is always all over me, and she treats me like I’m 20 years old. Not like an actual 20-year-old, but like a babysitter.

Fact: I hate it.

Fiction: Women are all supposed to be quiet. (more on that later)

Fact: That’s why I don’t want to go!

Fact: Hate hurts.

Fiction: Hate is good.

Fact: Hate hurts the Hater.

Fact: Hate also hurts the Hated.

Question: If the Hated is oblivious to the fact that they are being hated, does the Hate hurt them?

Question: If the Hated is oblivious to the fact that they are being hated, and they are not being hurt, does the Hate still hurt the Hater?

Fact: I write letters to someone who does’nt even exist.

Fact: Her name is Lorelai.

Fiction: Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas, by James Patterson.

Fact: That book made me cry half the night. Its heartbreaking.

Sarcasm: I hate grass.

Fact: I have some pretty lame sarcasms.

Fact: A stupid high schooler in my town graffitied words all over the walls of the elementary school.

Fact: My second best friend is going to get beat up by an 8- year old.

Fact: That’s really scary.

Fiction: Frindle

Sarcasm: snarfsnarf.

Fact: I am going to throw birdseed at people and wax floors all day long.

Fact: goodbye.