I guess I'll make this short, sweet, and to the point…because if I didn't, I'd be writing a sappy novel of nonsense.
Here it is:
My origins of becoming a Chloefag (yes, I am using the term Chloefag because of my original liking of Chloe is from 4chan as many of yours' is and was) began in late 2010, early 2011. I remember the first Chloe thread I ever posted it. It was the thread where one courageous anon had claimed that he was Chloe and that proof would be posted on the Twitter. (Some of you know what I'm talking about, yes?- "Was up all night talking to friends." That whole deal.)
Anyway, as the months passed, things got sweeter…better…the best times of my life (yes, I said LIFE) was the time during the wars with her who should not be named, yes her, the hyper one. The battles…the glory…the dedication.
And then summer came along.
The original and first Chloechan was just becoming popular.
And then I saw Let Me In in October of 2011.
LMI is what changed me. I had a choice to make…the choice that I've finally decided to come to a conclusion now about. A choice that has been weighing on my shoulders for 9 months.
A) Get my ass out of this crazy obsession, and stop fawning over this girl whom you will never ever meet.
B) Dwell on the depression, and sink even deeper into the obsession, into a level of obscurity and torment.
So, in a tl;dr version:Text too long