The first time we met, we teased one another like siblings. We weren't awkward. You guys made me laugh until my belly ached, and I was so grateful for having made it because it intensified my love for the group.
I mean it when I said you guys are my family; you are the first I say 'good morning' to, the first I talk to when I'm upset, when I'm happy, the first I want to hang out with when I have free time.
We slacked, we went on a food adventure, we took pictures together. I forget everything that's disturbing my heart when I'm with you guys, because the silliest things happen and the silliest things are said. You guys are the source of my happiness.
I know I screwed things up two nights ago. I know it was wrong of me to let it out by drunk-texting, and trust me I'm really embarrassed looking back at the things I'd said, ugh. Yes, I had things bothering me, but I should have just talked to you guys about it instead of going back to an old habit.
Many of you have left 1.0 ever since then, and one of you even said "Add me back only when the old Heroine is back, because this isn't the Heroine I know."
I agree with that one. You know why? Yes, Heroine is not the same. But that's because you aren't in there. That's because most of the people I love aren't in there. Heroine is not the same without you, and as long as your presence isn't there, the group will never be as it is.
I'm sincerely apologetic for my behaviour that night; the things I'd said. I'm cringing in memory, eurgh. I'm sorry, and I really hope you come back, because that's the only way Heroine will revert back to the family we were.
And no, I am not 'homeless'. I do have a home. And that is, like I'd said: with you guys. You are my happiness, you are my drug, and you are my home. You are my heroes and Heroines.
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