April 2: The darkness falls around me. I hear a cry, a tortured wail of torment. Then I realize it’s coming from my own throat. Today in study hall Shana told me she just wanted to be friends and I couldn’t help it, my eyes watered up even though Dale and the rest of those wrestling team jerks were in there too. Then she told me how “sweet” I was – AAGGHH!!! Not that again. I hate this school and this town and being friends with girls who think I’m too “sweet” to hold my hand or kiss me or let me under their shirts. My soul is twisting over a fire of hatred and indifference and it burns, diary, it burns. Has anybody ever felt such pain? As if that wasn’t bad enough now I’m gonna miss Top Model because I have to go write some stupid paper about World War II or something. Not fair!

This shirt was designed by: Australian artist Simon Noynay. Nice guy, does great work, but still refuses to say “That’s not a knife – that’s a knife”, no matter how pathetically we beg him to.

Wear this shirt: when you listen to the Teardrop Explodes or that one Massive Attack song.

Don’t wear this shirt: with chiffon or taffeta. Of course, that might just be our natural aversion to chiffon and taffeta talking.

This shirt tells the world: “I am not! I just have something in my eye, OK?”

We call this color: Navy Is How I Feel On The Inside.

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