I'm So Sorry My username is correct. Because I'm Sam. Sam doesn't exist. Sam is me. And I am @fl1ppyf1sh. It all started about a month ago. I wanted to create a new account, just because, and I couldn't come up with an epic username, and so I was just messing around and chose Sam... And then I created her. I made her a lot like my best friend, @flaming. And then I was like... Now who to follow? I didn't know, so I just followed all my friends. Then I realised how weird that is and so I made a big deal about it with my friends. And then Sam met Kat. (It actually is a coincidence that one of my favourite shows is Sam & Cat) They pretty much became instant friends because Sam was so much like Kat and you know, birds of a feather. But I couldn't bring myself to stop it because I knew that Kat would kill me if I revealed that I was Sam. Soon Sam became too much of a risk, so I came up with a story about how she didn't have her own iDevice and her mom made her stop. But... That's when I made the mistake. I had fallen in love with Sam. With BEING Sam. I made up another story so she could come back. Unfortunately, I forgot to turn location off and Kat found it. She knows it's me. So... I'm sorry, @flaming. I really am. I pulled a Maura on you. And I'm sorry. But Sam is still going to exist because I love Sam. Maybe in a story. Maybe she actually will exist as iMnotSam. But I can't give her up.

0 Again- Goodbye Well, I guess this is the end. My mom found out about Opuss, and I'm grounded forever. I'm risking everything just to post this. I was only on here for a few days, and made only a few posts. But I met flaming, the first real friend I've had in years. I realized that I AM Sam, the Sam I've always wanted to be. Kat, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I won't be able to contact you. But I'll think about you. All the time. And you remember, remember that you have a friend. I may be far away in Chicago, but you have a friend in me. And maybe, in three years, when I turn eighteen, I'll get a phone. And then, maybe, I'll come back to Opuss. But that's three years. For now, I say with a heavy heart, goodbye, Opuss.

1900-01-02 0000 When you knock my books down When you call me a loser When you say my accent's weird When you make fun if my clothes When you call me poor When you call me ghetto-girl When you leave me out When you stare at me as I pass When you pick on me, do you know How it feels? How it burns? How it feels like a knife In the back, When I ask you if you remember When we were all friends back then Can you do more than snicker And whisper behind my back? Do you now how it aches Do you know how much weight you put On an already broken heart When you tell me that I'm fat Even though I'm really skinny When I protest you just say "Come back when you learn to use makeup" Can't you see I wish you'd just Leave me alone?

2- Prose! That's right people! I'm going to write some prose! Here's the prologue to a story I have started writing. Please let me know in the comments if you'd like me to continue writing. Otherwise, at some point, I'll start lacking the motivation to continue and I'll give up on it. If you like (<3) the Opuss, I'll assume that you want me to continue. Now, without further ado: Prologue Marie looked out on the city's lights and smiled. Everything in her empire was perfect. Her childhood dream was coming true. She couldn't wait for her coronation ceremony. She was a princess! She was married to the handsome prince, and she was the glamorous wife of the King of Daylon's son. She had only dreamed of this until she had bumped into the prince on the street and fallen in love with him. Marie heard the soft swish of the glass door and twirled to see her husband. She smoothed her glossy, pampered hair and looked down at her long, silk dress. She took her husband's hand and together they walked down the grand staircase to the waiting crowd. Marie nodded at the royal guardsmen as she walked past. They bowed. She smiled, then waved at the cheering crowd. The sky was lit up with a million stars. Marie and the prince gazed up at the midnight sky. The ground shook and the sky went totally dark. With a flash, lightening lit up the sky. Somewhere, a small bomb went off, throwing back the crowd. Marie lost her footing on her heels. She screamed to her husband as another explosion threw her into the river rock lining the path. "Get down!” someone yelled. Marie didn't recognize the voice. A stone hit her in the head. The last thing she saw before she died out was her husband's body thrown into the stormy sky. A place guard, wounded badly, used his last moments to move his limp, unconcious body to a sheltered hole in the ruble. A dirty, messy-haired orphan ran from the palace as fast as her twelve-year-old legs would carry her. She and the prince would be the only survivors.

1899-12-31 0000 I'm a shoulder to lean on I'm an ear to listen I'm a cat to lick up your tears I'm time, I will heal all wounds You can tell me anything Anything at all You don't have to But I will you through it Sam will always be there I am Sam.