This novella is dedicated to the boy behind all the madness. To the guy, I refuse to name. For without him I wouldn't have endured all of this hell. Without him, I would have never broken out of my shell of perfect little miss goody good. I did things that I look back on and think holy fucking shit I did that? Holy shit I didn't get caught? I look back on these moments, and many others and I can't help but smile. After everything we've been through I still can't help but only remember the good. It's like all the bad just suddenly dissipates as soon as I hear your name. Yet, at the same time I'm left here with this story and you, a distant memory fading more and more every day.