only for you // l.h.

prologue

People tell me all the time that it's not always your responsibility.

Which I totally agreed with, by the way. Sometimes, it's really not your deal. And sometimes it is, plain and simple.

But in my case, more often than not, it becomes my responsibility. Humans are inherently lazy - I would know. But we're also inherently good, just a lot of times we don't act on it.

Things need to be done. Holes need to be patched up. People need to be saved. Everybody looks out for themselves as best they can. Hell, some of them get extra help (bodyguards, we're looking at you) to do this job.

But, like my dad taught me years and years ago, there's always a way in.

Nobody guards that way in.

So I do.

That brings me to my original point - it's not up to me to watch the back door to someone's well-being and safety, but nobody else does it, so I have to.

Not that I mind, of course. There's all sorts of getting involved and I've met some people some kids have only dreamed about meeting.

Well, kind of. I mean, I've cleaned up their messes. A scandal here, a rumor there, and usually they sort of acknowledge me, but a lot of them are so busy trying to keep their lives straight that they don't have enough time.

It's fine, though. Knowing that I've done something to help someone is enough.

I've reached the point where I can no longer be vague without confusing everyone in the bad kind of way, so might as well explain how I do what I do.

I consider myself to be an unofficial, unpaid, unrecognized - pretty much just another girl behind a computer, really - Internet janitor (as I call it) for people. Especially those who really need it. I'll do it for practically anyone, sometimes for a favor in return. Basically, someone calls me up, has something nasty that's popped up and they want me to take care of it. Be it a rude tweet, a revealing photo an ex has put up, or a rumor started on a gossip site, I can take it down. Sometimes I do need to hunt down said offender physically, but it doesn't take much to convince them to stop.

As I said, people are inherently good. I know that much.

How I help, you may ask? Simple. I hack. Now, it's not very classy or, for that matter, very legal, but it works. And it's not like I go in there and just destroy the site or the article. Usually, I'll edit the content a bit, or divert the attention of the public onto something else. Worse case scenario, I'll take it down.

My dad taught me everything I knew. He's gone, now - died of cancer two months before I graduated high school. My mom and I are close, though, and I've got a younger brother steadily making his way through eighth grade year.

But enough about me. I'm sure you don't give a damn. Besides, I'm here to tell you about the stupidest thing I've ever done.

As most stories of these type start, it began in June, with my best friend, a kiss, and a begrudging promise made desperate.

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so, hey guys.

I like Luke Hemmings

and I hope you do too.

cara xx