before you enter Falls To Climb // Butterfly...

First, let me take care of the business side:
Clique Owners:: Please do not delete me. The codes are gone, yes, I know, and I'm sorry. It's not my choice, it's the choice of my parents. I still agree with your messages, and I wish I could help carry them. Maybe someday...

Butterfly Readers:: You guys are absolutely, unbelievably, incredibly, amazing! Thank you from the bottom of my heart. You've been wonderful and supportive, and you've also served as my spark. THANK YOU.

My Peers:: I wish I didn't have to address you at all. Unless you were invited here (and Jordan, I don't recall inviting you...show me your passport and then we'll talk), go away. Please. I didn't ask you to see pieces of my soul, did I? This is personal...this is me. I'm not asking you to understand me. If you choose to ignore what my requests, and violate my privacy (think of this as reading my journal), don't talk to me about it. I don't want to hear you say you've been to my website! If I did, don't you think I would have asked you here?!?!?!

Jordan:: You won't listen to me anywhere else, so here goes nothing: Please, just do us both a favor and don't talk to me anymore. It's not what some people said - that I'm "too good" for you - it's that I've had enough of your bullshit. Almost all my problems this year have been sparked by you. I told you not to give out my address, and you did anyway. You spread rumours about me, you refuse to listen to me, and you let other people push you around. You insult me, but won't look me in the eye. Until you're strong enough for me ... don't even think about talking to me. I don't care if I'm your target for laughter("for each and every gathering a scapegoat falls to climb..."), but if I am, you damn well better look me in the eyes. Because I will be mature, and I will confront you. Deal with it. We have nothing more to say to each other. I'm sorry four years of friendship mean so little to you, but, quite frankly, you're a jerk.

Other Notes:: I've been banned from the computer, so I won't be updating past chapter twenty for a bit. I don't know what to say ... join the update list? I'm always writing, writing, writing - yes, I know it's just a stupid Backstreet Boys fan fiction story, but hey, 'do, what you wanna do.'

You can always e-mail me feedback at chickchat@normalikeyou.net, even though I can't reply.

I'll put chapter twenty-one up as soon as I can, I promise.

falls to climb