Somewhere along the way of my illustrious high school career I traded my humanity for a prison of popularity. — Jean Haus Crime Copy Share Image
“Love doesn’t always make sense. To the person in it or to the people around them. The falling can be an emotional,… — Jean Haus Eye opening Copy Share Image
“That I had loved not as I should. A creature made of clay. When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose his… — Jean Haus Angel Copy Share Image
