Prolouge
There is that special person in your life. 你 know, the guy 你 despise; of who 你 do nothing rater then twist the neck of; who drives 你 to insanity; who bus 你 like hell just 由 being near; who makes your fingers itch after to 冲床 him. That guy who 你 must fight with every muscle in your body not to beat up.
No, I’m not talking about your overprotective big brother 或者 your oh-so-annoying little brother, both who 你 really truly love. No, I’m talking about the guy 你 are, whether 你 like it 或者 not, thinking about twenty-four hours a 日 树 hundred and sixty-five days a year.
The “smirking-his-annoying-smile-at-you-in-class-refusses-to-live-you-alone-does-everything-to-bug-you”-kind of guy. The guy who makes your blood boil and 你 cheeks burn, who 你 really desire to hit with something hard. The guy you’ve been complaining on with your 老友记 a billion times and who fill every page of your diary with his stupid acting.
The cocky, good-looking, sooo sexy guy with his enchanting eyes and messy hair who everybody loves, everybody but you. Who picks on 你 for all those horrible things that makes 你 feel bad which, weird enough, makes 你 feel better. He who seem to know exactly what 你 think and can make 你 do an-y-thing just through saying 你 can’t, are to muck goody-goody 或者 are too scared to do it. The guy 你 called every ugly name that’s ever been hear. And a few more.
New fact: This guy is very important person. I’m talking “turning-you-world-upside-down –your-life-will-never-be-the-same-again” –important. Believe me I know. I didn’t know what those guy meant to me until I almost 迷失 him. 或者 actually 迷失 him. Well, really he 迷失 me. Not that I’d known it. I had a hole in my 心 for many years without knowing about it. When we met again it started to heal and I realized that there wasn’t a person I hated 更多 in my life than him, 或者 a person I risk 更多 to keep alive.
While talking about alive. What do 你 guys thin happed after death. And don’t say “I don’t know” 你 all have a theory 你 all wonder about a lot. Way too much actually.
Hot tip. Live while 你 can and don’t worry too much about death. Because sooner 或者 later your dead and then you’ll have plenty of time to figure out what’s going on. I should know I’ve died seven times.
I died the twenty-first of October 1891 on my nineteenth birthday. Every time I’ve died I’ve died on my birthday. On my nineteenth birthday. 你 think that when seven different girls dies on there nineteenth birthday, who just happened to be on the same 日 由 the way, with around twenty years between each would wake some attention. But noo, everyone’s to crushed about the tragedy of a young girl with her whole life up a head who died on her birthday. Sigh, Idiots.
There is that special person in your life. 你 know, the guy 你 despise; of who 你 do nothing rater then twist the neck of; who drives 你 to insanity; who bus 你 like hell just 由 being near; who makes your fingers itch after to 冲床 him. That guy who 你 must fight with every muscle in your body not to beat up.
No, I’m not talking about your overprotective big brother 或者 your oh-so-annoying little brother, both who 你 really truly love. No, I’m talking about the guy 你 are, whether 你 like it 或者 not, thinking about twenty-four hours a 日 树 hundred and sixty-five days a year.
The “smirking-his-annoying-smile-at-you-in-class-refusses-to-live-you-alone-does-everything-to-bug-you”-kind of guy. The guy who makes your blood boil and 你 cheeks burn, who 你 really desire to hit with something hard. The guy you’ve been complaining on with your 老友记 a billion times and who fill every page of your diary with his stupid acting.
The cocky, good-looking, sooo sexy guy with his enchanting eyes and messy hair who everybody loves, everybody but you. Who picks on 你 for all those horrible things that makes 你 feel bad which, weird enough, makes 你 feel better. He who seem to know exactly what 你 think and can make 你 do an-y-thing just through saying 你 can’t, are to muck goody-goody 或者 are too scared to do it. The guy 你 called every ugly name that’s ever been hear. And a few more.
New fact: This guy is very important person. I’m talking “turning-you-world-upside-down –your-life-will-never-be-the-same-again” –important. Believe me I know. I didn’t know what those guy meant to me until I almost 迷失 him. 或者 actually 迷失 him. Well, really he 迷失 me. Not that I’d known it. I had a hole in my 心 for many years without knowing about it. When we met again it started to heal and I realized that there wasn’t a person I hated 更多 in my life than him, 或者 a person I risk 更多 to keep alive.
While talking about alive. What do 你 guys thin happed after death. And don’t say “I don’t know” 你 all have a theory 你 all wonder about a lot. Way too much actually.
Hot tip. Live while 你 can and don’t worry too much about death. Because sooner 或者 later your dead and then you’ll have plenty of time to figure out what’s going on. I should know I’ve died seven times.
I died the twenty-first of October 1891 on my nineteenth birthday. Every time I’ve died I’ve died on my birthday. On my nineteenth birthday. 你 think that when seven different girls dies on there nineteenth birthday, who just happened to be on the same 日 由 the way, with around twenty years between each would wake some attention. But noo, everyone’s to crushed about the tragedy of a young girl with her whole life up a head who died on her birthday. Sigh, Idiots.
