Why me?

Do classic rhyme with attic?

An classic. 

An sandwitch with ham and  lettuce. 

I mean, he could have made something else for brakefast, but that's  the easiest. Just take two pices of bread, butter , some ham and lettuce and bam. A good brakefast. He had been eating it everyday. He can do somethings else like fry some eggs, but that takes too mutch time you know. Also he can eat with the one hand and hold his book in the other. As he is doing now. 

JULIET:

What’s in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called ,Retain that dear perfection which he owes. Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,And for that name, which is no part of thee. Take all myself.ROMEO

I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized. Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

JULIETWhat man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel?ROMEO

By a name. I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself. Because it is an enemy to thee.Had I it written, I would tear the word.

JULIET

My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words. Of that tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?ROMEO

Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.

Damn. Pretty hard, isn't it? He truly loves Juliet, dosen't he? He would abandon his name to be with her. To bad modern world isn't like that. Here you are something, you are treated like something. If your nothing, your treated like nothing. Im feeling even more bad for Connor when i think of it. He such a good person. Just because he is different he's getting treated different. It wasen't first time i had to save him from getting beaten up, i've heard people takling s**t about me for that. Sometimes i was there, sometimes i wasen't. Not by purpouse ofcourse... the problem were the bullies took Connor. Ive asked him multiple times if he was okay after i saw those bruises on him. I get it, thats why he wears those oversized hoodies. -bullies ofen beat hiz arms, strange thing i asked him. He said it was a painful spot to beat. But sometimes they punch him in the face aswell. I asked him if he wanted me to follow him home. He anwsered no to it. Im scared the bullies will take him again when im not there. I cant handle looking at the bruices on Connor. 

JULIET

How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.ROMEO

With love’s light wings did I o'erperch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.JULIET

If they do see thee they will murder thee.ROMEO

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye. Than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.JULIET

I would not for the world they saw thee here.ROMEO

I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes, And but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate. Than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love.JULIET

By whose direction found’st thou out this place?ROMEO

By love, that first did prompt me to inquire. He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot. Yet, wert thou as far. As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.JULIET

Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek. For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight. Fain would I dwell on form. Fain, fain deny. What I have spoke. But farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say “ay,” And I will take thy word. Yet if thou swear’st. Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.  Or if thou think’st I am too quickly won,I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo. But else, not for the world.In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light. But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true. Than those that have more coying to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard’st, ere I was 'ware, My true love’s passion. Therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.ROMEO

Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-JULIET

O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circle orb ,Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.ROMEOWhat shall I swear by?

JULIET

Do not swear at all.Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I’ll believe thee.ROMEO

If my heart’s dear love—JULIET

Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,I have no joy of this contract tonight.It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say “It lightens.” Sweet, good night. This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest. Come to thy heart as that within my breast.ROMEO

Wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?JULIET

What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?ROMEO

Th' exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.JULIET

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it, And yet I would it were to give again.ROMEO

Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?

Snapp! the book cloused

I think im in love. In love with Connor.