Before you continue:
(Please note that this story is a little bit dated, it was written about a month and a half ago.
I made a couple of small updates here and there, but since she's not the same anymore, it's been untouched for a long time.)
I'm very proud of myself for not letting my feelings get in the way.


- - - - PART 3 - COMING HOME (BACK TO SANITY) - - -
So after all that, I decided to come back to the square.
I came here to regroup, and it was very productive. I have a much better idea of who I want to be and what I want to do now.

I got over my depression that I'd been feeling since I dropped.
I don't know if that's good. I just wanted to write something about the bonbi thing.
I'm not sure if I should have made that a note.

I've been looking at all the posts and pages I've made and found that I've changed a lot since I was bonbi's friend.
(I'm not even going to say that I changed because of her, just that we came to relate differently in the same period of time.)
I remember how the whole purpose of this page was for the people that hated bonbi and hated me to know that I was there, in case they ever needed to talk about her, but...