Hopeless Case

I am a hopeless romantic yet I despise love stories. It's tragically ironic. Ironically tragic.

My life seems a poetic, lovesick drama yet I hate complications. Why do I attract things I don't like and repel things I badly want?

Why do I suddenly hate something I used to want?

I don't like boys. They are a waste of time. A bunch of stupid monkeys who gas no purpose but to ruin the world for me. Yet I fell in love with boy who doesn't grow up.

Do you know what's more awful than getting friendzoned?

It is being the thirdwheel. The excess baggage. The spare tire. Why can't I have you?

Even just a day please be mine, Peter Pan. I love you.

Love,
Tinkerbell