Slash.

I remember you.

You were one seriously weird teenager. You had a helluva time running around chasing celebrities, whom your life revolved around. You screamed at pretty boys, cried while watching them on TV, and made a whole bunch of friends who shared the same interest. You also splashed hundreds of dollars on their merchandise while declaring your "undying love" for them.

At the same time, you were pretty much invisible in school, with only your close friends for company. You never thought that they'd be there for years to come. You also never thought you'd ever break out of that shell. You had expected that the rest of your life you'd be the mouse that you've always been; the timid, shy, unknown person who blended into the background. The person who hated who she was, and who hurt herself to deal with it.

You left because someone hated how you hated yourself. Ironic, huh? Whether it was for the better or worse, i don't really know. I just know you were special, and i'm glad you were ever there.

Slash, thank you for being part of my life.

Yours truly,
Loretta

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No, i'm not schizophrenic.

Shaowei. -giggle-

Please let H1N1 pass soon. I want to go to Taiwan. Badly.