I don't know if anyone can truly forget their first honest to goodness love. There's always a faint, faceless recollection of playground crushes and first girlfriends. But the first person that makes you sort of stop in your tracks the first time you see them and leaves you stuttering for days on end, every time someone even mentions their name? They're unforgettable. That was Diane. She wasn't an average first love either. She was like a fairytale. I swear, whenever I was around her, I heard music. A whole soundtrack. I heard angels singing. I heard everything beautiful there was to hear because I was with the most beautiful person there was to be. She wasn't sweet like honey or hard on the outside but soft on the inside like a Cadbury Creme Egg. No. Diane was exceptionally exceptional. There's no way to describe her without telling her story.

These are letters to my friend,she is going through a lot and i want her to stop self harm she agreed she would do that IF I published these here and it would get votes. Help me and please vote for this so that she would stop cutting her self.

I know I'm not safe, living with vampires. One of them has little control over his bloodlust, the second of them is stronger than a football player on steriods, and the last is in love with me. It's a recipe for disaster, and I've always had a feeling we were just a ticking time bomb, waiting, till one day it would explode. I'd just always hoped that day would never come, and we'd be fine. The whole time I was with them, i fooled myself into believing the delusion of calm that had formed, fooled myself into believing everything was perfect. I was wrong. So, so wrong.