NOOOOOOOOOO!
I was googling the lady who bought my FOTC tickets when my mom asked me to google her. Then I had the urge to google myself. When I do this, it usually comes up the same results, and they all somewhat refer to me. HOWEVER, today I saw this new one:
THERE IS ANOTHER PERSON WITH MY NAME OUT THERE. WHAT THE HELL?
And she’s super Taiwanese. I don’t know why I am so upset about this; perhaps it’s because I always imagined dying, knowing that the only original thing about myself would be my name. I had that much to hold on to, and now it’s gone. What other reasons are there for me to live?
I don’t even know you, but I hate you already. Dream crusher!!!
