One minute we're telling jokes, and the next I say something stupid. And now she's mad at me. My stupid mouth is very stupid. Wait, is that even possible? I don't suppose a mouth can be stupid.
This literature book bores me. There's not one single good composition of poetry in it, instead we have the Anne Frank stuff. Rachel will absolutely not let me go through her lyrics. I can understand why. Lyrics and poetry - you're expressing your emotions. Keywords being your emotions. The emotions that you hold inside, and once you come in contact with a pen, the magic starts. You can write a poem one day, and go back a few hours later, pondering about what you have wrote. Trust me from experience.
I'm blabbering about non-sense. I'll stop now.
Oh, and welcome, John.