PassionFruitJuice

This is so cool. I've never written on a blog before so thank you for this experience, Minjeh.

Due to the somewhat emo (or at least deep and profound) nature of all previous posts, I am not going to write the usual completely bs-ed random fairy tales that I usually write. I'm going to tell the slightly emo story behind my favorite random story that I've ever written: PassionFruitJuice.
The story started one random day in math when I was in seventh grade. But although many of my friends have read parts of it or know the storyline, I've never told the story behind why it was written. It was more than just a way to kill time and produce giggles. It was the way I expressed the deep and intense love I had felt for the boy who became PassionFruitJuice.

When I was in sixth grade, I fell in love with PassionFruitJuice. You may think that a sixth grader knows nothing about love, but I definitely believed I was in true, deep love. And since I am a person of extremes, I threw my complete existence into loving him. Every song I heard spoke volumes to me about him. Every romantic book I read was the story of him and me in an alternate dimension. Anything he asked for, I gave him. Every word he said to me was like a golden drop of nectar and ambrosia. Every night, I dreamed of him, I fell asleep thinking of him, wishing with every fiber of my soul that he would care about me too.

Because that was the problem. He didn't care about me. He didn't give a shit about me. I could have been run over by a bus, stabbed to pieces by a ferocious bloodsucking monster, and he would not even have blinked. You see, he liked pretty girls. And that obviously does not describe me. So despite my nauseating dedication, he treated me like moldy underwear or something nasty like that.

Every night, I would go home and cry. I would cry because he didn't like me. Because I wasn't good enough for him. Because my life was a faliure. Because I had nothing better to do. Because I truly believed with my heart and soul that I was completely and irrevocably in love with him.

This story, PassionFruitJuice, is the only good thing that came out of those 3 years of love and dedication. For three years, I loved him. For three years, I cried. The only time being in love with PassionFruitJuice brought me joy was when I was writing the story.

In the story, AnyaRose (that's what I called myself) is the one with the power. She's like a super-me. PassionFruitJuice needs her. He depends on her. He cares about her. And it's predictable from page one (well actually page 5) that she and PassionFruitJuice are destined to be together. What's more, PassionFruitJuice is going to change his ways and become a better person in realizing this love for her. WHY ISN'T THE UNIVERSE LIKE THIS!?

Actually, I know why. It's because PassionFruitJuice was and still is a total dick. I was just so blinded by being in love with him that it didn't matter what he did, I would always put the blame on myself.

How's that for a deep, profound, take on what everyone thought was the funnest, randomest, non-deep/profoundest thing ever???