Loveletter #1 from the Antisocial Inggitera
To the Boy Toy who will forever remain as such:
You haunt my thoughts. And though I know that this is just a passing thing, I find myself constantly vying for your affection, when it really should be the other way around.
And so here I am, in second place wanting to fight my way to the top, but can’t because I am a work in progress. You awakened all of my insecurities right down to the minutest one, that I find myself deleting pictures with even the tiniest flaws. At this rate I’d have no pictures left, and you know how important pictures are to me. No wait. You don’t, because you don’t know me and I don’t know you. So, you know what? Screw you. I am all that and maybe even more if I hadn’t had my confidence knocked out of me. No, wait. I’m sorry. That was unfair. It’s not your fault that I’m such a mess.
You know, my bestfriend asked me yesterday how my love life was, and I jokingly answered, "Love life? What a laughable concept!" and today another friend asked me if I was in love and I emphatically retorted with an ardent "No!" and continued with "…But even if I was, I don’t want to be."
Shocked? Yeah, so am I.
Dramatic as always,
D.