I'm famous, scandalously famous. Famous not in a notorious way, but not in a good way either. i shall not divulge what it is all about as many people out there know the issue anyway. word travels fast, especially by word of mouth, so for all those who are curious about this issue, don't worry, word should travel to you pretty soon i guess. now i feel so ashamed and cheap. too embarrassed to face anyone. bob, please make my mask soon, if not you might never be able to see my face again. don't worry, i won't end my life so soon, if not i'll get plenty of lectures and if i successfully attempt suicide, my body will be whipped, which i do not want. why must all these things happen to me, no doubt the matter will eventually fade away, the scar will always be there and the feeling is certainly unpleasant.you all tell me not to think about it and that it was not my fault, that it was unintenional. however, if you all were to put yourselves in my shoes, would this not matter to all of you? would you all be able to treat it as if it had never existed? just let me take my time to accept this fact ok? it's not easy. i'm not perfect.