Ryan's Journal

You may be familiar with my struggles with identity. Meaning, with other people identifying me as somebody I'm not, a certain boy band rocker from England with my name, only reversed.

Well, despite my technical attempts to ban fans from sending email to me, someone has broken through that barrier and the international date line. I bring you: fan mail from a teenager in Malta. Despite the fact that the envelope is marked with 'London' as the country of destination, it somehow still managed to reach me.

My roomies insist I send a reply, but I don't know if it's better to totally lie to her and get her hopes up or just ignore it as she's likely expecting her precious star to do, though hoping he'll take note of the lipsmack on the letter and fly to Malta for a date with destiny, or whatever it is teenage girls dream of.

Advice?

In the meantime, I'm posting this up on my wall as a confidence booster. I'm sexy. Pei, in your face; I'm the rock star now.