Sometimes I feel ashamed and stupid for all the times I laughed at teenage love and now look at me. I'm a glowing example. I am the demonstration. I am the diagram and charts. I'm all the sappy words and sugary feelings and there's no diffrence. None. And evreyone I ridiculed is throwing tomatoes at me! Sometimes the boys and girls walking down the hall together holding hands or making out against a locker make me want to scream. But I can't because I am just as bad as them.