prologue

Everything was miserable. I was told how to live my life. I was forced into tight clothes and "Teen Idol" became my middle name. But sometimes even fifteen minutes in the spotlight is simply too much. I was restricted from love for many of my teenage years, restricted to the point of depression. Thinking back, maybe I shouldn't have let her inside. Maybe when she asked me to kiss her, I should've refused. Then everyone would be happy. Except me.