Dear future boyfriend,


I hope you will take care of me throughout this horrible ordeal, that is, BRACES. -_- I know, it's only been a few days since I've put on (evil evil) rubber separators, but it's seriously killing me... Heh.


PLUS, I can't eat! ='(


I wish you were here to bring me soup and feed me soft food and kiss the pain away.


So please smell nice so I'll feel like hugging you every time you're around. =)


Hope to see you soon love.


Forever yours,
Yan.


P.S. You should really meet my guitarist, Is. HE JUST TOLD ME PIKACHU IS A CHINCHILLA! (And he's serious about it.) HAHAHHAHAHAHHA!! HAHAHHAHA WTF WTF HAHAHAHAH!
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