It was an email written by me two years ago. An email which I thought would never be sent because I wrote it without knowing I have to register to the site first. And I thought they deleted it away, but they didn't. It was too cute. It was typical. Full of teenage angst. It was cute. It was me.
I loved it. I loved how I actually used to typed like that. I'm happy I'm still alive and kicking.
I'm happy I'm still alive.