tired and lonely. want a friend to play with. tired of doing work. why are there so few fun people around, whyyy? where do they all hide at this goddamned school?? someone steal me and do stupid shit with me, like glue plastic army men to trees in the park. 
When my friends and I hit our teens we learned that blowing up our toys with firecrackers and bottle rockets was exponentially more fun than moving their little arms and legs.