Warning...

My blog comes with a warning. You've all seen it. It says "Over twenty will ruin your life if you let her. You have been warned".

But I guess if you met me somewhere else and didn't realise this blog exists and hence never came by to read the warning sign... then you would have no clue. Like say you met me on a plane. Or maybe one day you decided you were in love with me then broke up with me for no reason whatsoever several months down the line. Or maybe you were walking down a hallway one day and I said "hi" to you.

You would have no idea how clueless I am about how I affect other people. About how I spent most of my life hiding as a wallflower and never being looked at twice. You wouldn't realise, I guess, that I curiously play with people I actually affect to see how they would react, just because it's something new and I can. That actually I do want to hang out and be friends with you... but that you shouldn't read too much into what I do and say. You wouldn't realise that I say a lot of things and ask a lot of questions that normal people wouldn't, unless under extreme circumstances, because I spent a lot of my teenage years watching Dawson's Creek.

Maybe this warning is a bit hidden all the way in outer cyberspce and I should tattoo it onto my forehead?