First of all, I need set one thing straight: I'M A GIRL.  My friends keep insisting I'm gay, not lesbian gay, but gay as in a woman trapped in man's body.  They're great friends.  You can have them if you want!*evil grin*. But really, I love my bogs to death.It consists of four beautiful but insane girls: Edelyn (the blackmailer), Jessica (the perverted demure girl), Diana (the brutally kind one), and me (the i-don't-know-how-to-be-described)!   And yes, I borrowed my best friends' names for my story.  I wish we would all stay as best friends forever.  With them, I can be myself.  With them, I feel accepted, I belong.  I'm lucky to have found them in this lifetime.

Another person I'm lucky to have is my incredible mom.  She supports me with my crushes.  She never read my diary even if I leave it in plain sight (which is probably because my handwritings are small).  When most parents nag their kids for going home late, mine just send me texts saying "take care" and "i love you".  My mom never suspect me of anything, she trusts me to know what is right for me.  She accepts it when she knew she's wrong and says sorry.  And she turns into a dinosaur whenever she's hungry and couldn't get us all to eat.

In my high school years, I've written three novels and more than a dozen short stories and not less than twenty poetries.  Back then, writing became an outlet of my broken heart (teenage drama!).  After getting over my stupid feelings for a guy who trampled not only my heart but also my pride (he called me ugly, even enumerated every single thing in me that he thought was ugly), I could write a single chapter.  That's when I thought it's actually boring not loving someone.  I mean that's our purpose in life, right?  Well, at least then I had an inspiration.  Now, all I have are two crushes that I couldn't look straight  in their eyes; and couldn't talk to thanks to my shy personality whenever I stand in front of a person I like.

But now, I'm gonna' write FOR ME!