Sometimes.
If you think about things,
They can make you sad.

And sometimes,
If you try to ignore it,
It seems to be an impossible task.

Rosie and I were watching a movie on my front lawn. It was on my mom's laptop, it's called You Again. It's about a girl who got tortured in highschool. She grew up and became very successful. She's going back home​ because her brother is getting married. Happy, right? For her. Marni was her name. Marni discovers that he's marrying the girl who tortured her in highschool, J.J.

J.J marries the brother.

I hate that movie. Well, the ending. It's kinda funny, but it gets me mad. That's not real. Nobody let's their brother marry the girl who ruined her life. If I were Marni, I'd kill J.J.

But not really, but I'd like to. I know Marni was thinking it. "She'd probably come out smiling holding a knife, with J.J.'s blood all over the place, and say 'There's been an accident.'" I chortled. Rosie ate popcorn and laughed. She looked up from the screen, nudged my shoulder and nodded near the street light.

It was Amara. Amara is a girl from school. She was alright, I guess. I wasn't too fond of her. She was walking with her twin brother, Jack. Except, they weren't really twins because Jack was born a day before Amara. He was born at late 11 p.m., she was born a little after midnight.

Amara looked over and waved. "Hey!" She said. Jack turned his head and meekly waved. I stared and Rosie gave them a polite wave. We weren't friends or anything. More acquaintances than anything.