It's a lot easier to hate than to love. A lot of people disagree with me. They think loving someone is a breeze. They think making up a conversation, that doesn't sound boring, is nothing. Trying to keep in touch over the years, is nothing. Having to smile or wave to that person when you see them is nothing. But when you hate someone, you don't have to talk to them. You don't have to keep in touch. You don't have to acknowledge their presence that is surrounding you. So, I'm going to say it again.

It's a lot easier to hate than to love.

If you are thinking I'm some depressed kid who is into drugs and hates the world. You're wrong.

I'm fifteen. I have a conscience. I have a family. I have good grades. And all my bodily functions are as clean as a shiny new spoon. I don't necessarily hate everyone, I just don't talk to them. And they don't talk to me either. So really it's a fair situation. Don't bother them, don't bother me. Win, win.

My parents think I should be more "involved" in our chaotic teenage society. If they think "hanging out" with these idiots is good for me, they need to have brain surgery. All these kids do is drink, have sex and do drugs. While simultaneously earning themselves a Golden Ticket to Willy Wonka's Jail Cell. Woop-de-doo sounds like a whole lot of fun!

And since when was high school's main subject Drama? Every time I walk through those metal doors, the first thing I hear is some girl screaming at another girl for either; stealing her boyfriend. Stealing something she loves. Talking behind her back. Or the girl is wearing the same thing, she's going to wear at a party. In conclusion, they're airheads. Not to mention the names are getting weirder and weirder by the generation. Princess, J-Dog, Roxy, Kat. Who names their child after a feline animal which carries fleas and coughs up hair balls? Not the most charming name in the book. My name is Sam. I like my name. Simple. No complications, no fancy background on where it came from, or who. And certainly no little hearts on the i's. Just... boring. Sums me up pretty good huh?

So you're probably thinking "Where's the big story? Where's the action packed run-away? The romantic sacrifice? The world-ending event?" Well, there isn't one. Not yet, that is. But who says I'm going to give it to you anyway? You might sell it online and give it to the police and next thing I'll be the one with the Golden Ticket, along with the other douchebags I unfortunately have to call classmates. But you've all I got, so you'll do.

Let's begin shall we?