I had a strange thought.

Suppose I were to write a book about my life. Make it sound like a novel, not an autobiography. But using events from my life and using myself as a character.

What if no one believed that I was being honest? What if people refuse to believe that someone behaved/thought that way? What if they dismissed it (me) as an unreal fictional character?

And most importantly, why is there nothing I can do about that?

RONNIE JUST SENT ME SHINEDOWN SONGS TO REPLACE THE ONES I BOUGHT BUT LOST WHEN THE HARD DISK CRASHED RONNIE ROCKS.

My sister has just announced to all her MSN contacts that she just loves disturbing her younger sis. -_-