MAYBE IF I WRITE SOMETHING CLICHE I'LL FINALLY BE ACCEPTED BY MY PEERS. HERE GOES:

LOVE IS HARD.

LOOK UP AT THE STARS.

CRYING.

LOVE THE STARS.

IS MY LOVE UP THERE, IN THE STARS.

I CONTEMPLATE LIFE. 

WHILE LOOKING AT THE STARS.

CAN THEY SEE THE STARS, IN MARS?

DO THEY HAVE BARS, IN MARS.

WOULD I GET DRUNK AT A BAR IN MARS, AND STILL BE ABLE TO SEE THE STARS?

BEING AN OVERPRIVILIGED TEENAGER IS HARD.

STARS.