Amnesia Cured My Mean Girl Syndrome
Language: en
Here’s the thing about amnesia: it really messes with your perspective. Apparently, before the accident, I was the resident mean girl. A real piece of work. I found out via group text. I sent out a blast to my contacts: 【Hey guys, super awkward, but I have amnesia. Who are you again...?】 My phone immediately started blowing up. First, from my childhood best friend, the brooding, untouchable type I apparently used to torment: 【Is this some twisted new game? I left dinner outside your apartment door. Just eat it, okay?】 Next, from my overly protective stepbrother, whom I used to treat…