I know you think I’ve got my nose buried in a novel during every lunch break because I’m a geek who’s got nothing better to do, but I’m actually watching you. I’m noticing the way you prance around the schoolyard with your clique of so-called friends who have all bleached their hair to look like you, and I’m noticing how you critique all of your classmates in a rather distasteful manner. And most importantly, I’m noticing how your face lights up, how you smile, how you find true happiness in putting down others. You’re mentally ill, and I hope you find help.