Me: Well, it all began when two babies were born in a different place and time. The boy grew up to be a successful young man who roams around the world to showcase his talent while the girl stayed in the sea of faces who admired him. He doesn't know her, but she knows him, from his real name to what his favorite color is. She sends him love letters, even if she's aware that he won't be able to read it and she has to pay loads of money just to watch him perform for a few hours. That pattern goes on and on, unceasingly. The boy continues to walk in his dream, while the girl could only look at him with pure admiration, and sadly, that's how it'll end. The boy...will never know just how much the girl loves him.

Me: Oh, the life of a fangirl really is sad, Teach.

Me: What

me: so do i

me: he calls me fan

me: so he'll be like "I love my fans!" and I'm like I love you too boo.

The Voice: Today will be like every other day. A total disaster.

The Voice: Look at you. You're disgusting. Do you see all those imperfections? Why are you so ugly?

The Voice: No one wants to see you. No one wants to talk to you. Who wants to hang around a freak?

The Voice: Your grades are terrible. You might as well have straight F's. You should just drop out now. You can't pull up those grades.

The Voice: No one cares about you. They're all pretending to like you. No one will ever love you. You don't deserve love.

The Voice: No, you won't. You're a slave to self-harm. You will be for the rest of your life.

The Voice: Disgusting. Fat. Ugly. Worthless. Weird. Freak. Depression. Suicide. Blades. Blood. Death. Why are you still here? No one wants you hear. They'll be better off without you. No one will care if you're gone.

The Voice: Never. Better get comfortable. As long as I'm here, you'll stay in the darkness. Welcome to Hell, sweetie.

ME: ...don't joke with me.

BIAS: I like you...