Mary Sue.

You know you've thought about it, though.

In the deepest, darkest recesses of your imagination, it's there.

You don't tell anyone your secret thoughts, not even your best friend, but they're there.

At night, when you're going to sleep, you let them out to play. Images of your favorite band boy or girl. Crazy AU scenarios where they are IN YOUR STARBUCKS AND NEED A DOLLAR. SEQUENCE OF CRAZY EVENTS, THEN SEXING.

Whatever.

Your shame. Show me it.