Sometimes smart people are stupid. Or optimistic to the point of blindness.
they say:

–You'll be as smart as I am someday. Smarter, probably.


Thanks, Mom! But, yeah, no, I won't. Have you looked at yourself lately?
–Ask him to the dance! I'm sure he'd love to go with you.


As if. Have you looked at me lately?
–You'll do better on the next test.


Yeah, that's what you said after the last one.
–You're funny.


Oh, sure. But everyone else's FUNNIER.
–Life's not a competition.


Don't bloody lie to me. Everything in this world is a competition.

I'm an insignificant, insecure teenager
With a head full of hormones and words.
But even I can see that you're blind.
You're just trying to make me


–or yourself!–
feel better.
Feel better about this horrible snarled tangled mess of
life.
Where everything's a question and there aren't any answers And the stars are black and the milk is white
And the sky is gray
And all the hot guys are taken
And the parties are dark and not fun
And your friends are your enemies
Because everyone spends their whole life looking out for number one.
And don't think I don't know that.



––I'll always love you. No matter what.


Thanks, Dad.

I love you too.