ello little shit.
Hey. I know you still don't feel special or shit like the princess/god/whatever dere you had back then, y'know, well...you're not. You're still the girl with no friends who almost no one cares about. Because that's how you are. You planned to change it, but you're still scared, right? Scared of denial. Humiliation. People being better than you. You're jealous. Salty. Whatever we called it back then. Yes, you still have worse memory than a 90 year old. Like seriously? Can you remember anything that seemed actually really relevant? No, right? Yeah. Oh, but weren't you picked on because you liked anime? Good news. You're...