I'm speechless. I'm empty. I feel lonely.

My father died 15 years ago when I was 6. He's a part of my entire personality. We have a lot of moments we spent together, we completed each other. Ever since he left I lost a piece, a very important piece of mine.

This reminds me of the loneliness I have since he's gone. 6 years is far from enough. I'm very glad that he had me in his life, and I'm…

Poverty's a bitch. For those who don't suffer they don't have idea how is it like to live, to be grateful, to cherish without being completely ignorant to others. Just because you have a lot of money doesn't mean you're behaviorally a perfect person, in complete contrast to what a certain character say in this.

At first it plays like a complete opposite to Easy A, except instead of trying to gain a bad fame, they tried to gain a…