That's right, you read the topic correctly. Congratulations, you aren't hallucinating!
Anyway...I sort of met this girl who I love. Her name is Sammi, but I call her Duckie. She came after Nami, after Jazz, after auslynn-chan. She came out of freaking nowhere, for cripes sake! But I'm glad she did. We made a deal; I stay alive, or she dies. I couldn't bear it if she was hurt, even willingly. I freak out when she's hurting because her foot fell asleep.
...but I'm getting off track again. Duckie made me promise to stop smoking. This is the girl I'd stay alive for. I promised I would try.
And guess what!? I'm down to one every FOUR months! I'm going for five, with december. But I'm holding off coming out to my parents until I can be sure I don't need them. (see advice thread)
