If you say love to water, it will turn pretty and a colorful bue… our bodies are mostly filled with water.  imagin if we show more love to each other, would we become more happier inside, more pretty inside, more loving inside?

-Mei Mei

I noticed something very interesting while I was in detention today..
Why are people defiant when they know they will lose?
Why are people disrecpectful?
Why are people rasist?
Why do people give the sideways, unpleased look at people like me?
Why don’t people understand the bigger things in life?
Why do people not respect nature?
Why don’t people belive in the impossible? Such as the Krumpis?
Why?
-Mei Mei

Love is when you look at your boyfriend or girlfriend and they look back and you give eachother the “do you remember that one time?” look.
Love is when you text eachother that you get so tired that you fall asleep without saying goodnight.
Love is when you do something to make him or her happy, but we all know that you’re not.
Love is when you just finished a French kiss and there is spit all over your face and you look at eachother and at the same time you wipe all the spit off.
Love is when your girlfriend totaly rips ass in front of you and you put your arm around her and say, “good job.”
Love is when you and your girlfriend or boyfriend get into a huge fight then you kiss and forget all about it.
Love is.
-Mei Mei

I’m going to start writing about my dreams. Lately there has been sightings of a little boy ghost in our house.
Tonight, I woke up at around 2:45 am, this is the reason why.
It started off at night, I was putting my dogs to bed, usaly they sleep in my room, but I put them in the garage for some reason. I went inside, and my mom said,
“Why did you put the dogs in the garage?” I didn’t answer her. I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water, and I realized my sister was making a lot of noise in her room. I looked at the clock and it said 10:34 pm. I thought to myself, ‘Jess should be asleep by now.’ then I looked at Jr, my step dad, and he yelled up there,
“Hey little boy! Could you keep it down up there, please!?” and then it responded,
“Sorry! I’m just playing with Jessica!”
“Well Jessica needs to go to bed!” my mother responded.
“I don’t think it’s a little boy in our house, I think it something eles.” I said sort of under my breath. Then I looked at Jr and I saw the real form of the little boy standing next to him.
That’s when I woke up.
-Mei Mei