I'm so glad to still be here to see your transformation. I never thought that i would...maybe i've turned masochistic or something you know? If not how can i withstand all this hurt that I feel all the time just by staying as your friend, right?
And in the end, it seems you're still the one i always wanted. Fat or thin, jet black or red, bespectacled or lenses, black or retro, havoc or tame, contented or depressed, you're still Michelle.
The one I love.
Oh and about you, I don't deny that I am Malay, and if that auto-makes me a mat, I'm happy i don't have to go around masking my real name with something that i am probably worth as much as. Who's the false one now? Go ahead, mask your whole life in your vulgarities, it would probably hide people from seeing the deprivation of your lost youth days that you are probably living in right now.
