People Get Mad Annabel. Its Not The

Only A Weak Person Needed Someone Else Around All The Time.

When I Was In High School, I Was Always Really Envious Of Those Girls Who Seemed To Have Everything: The Perfect Hair, Perfect Clothes, Perfect Boyfriend, Perfect Life. It Wasn't Until I Was Older That I Realized That Nobody's Life Is Perfect, And That Those Girls Probably Had A Lot Of The Same Problems I Did.

Like I, Of All People, Didn't Know Better Than To Lead A Total Stranger To The Point Where They Could Hurt Me Most, Knowing How Easily They'd Be Able To Find Their Way Back To It.

Everything Looks Different When You're Older, Not Staring Up At The World But Down Upon It.

My Experience Is That Sequels Are Rarely As Good As The Originals.