I really need to stop thinking about...let's just call him "baka deshi" (at least, that's what I called him). I'm 22 and I loved him since I was 15. I wanna hit myself in the head and get a semi-concussion so that I can suffer from selective amnesia. The best part of this post is that I'm listening to DBSK's "I Wanna Hold You" while writing this. Damn me, damn the beautiful song, and damn being a single, horny, lonely young woman.