For the past year and a half, I have prided myself on my apathy. Well, in most aspects. Generally, I was just too apathetic to be proud. But when it came to teen "romance," I was an impenetrable wall. I would laugh to myself when my peers discussed the latest shocking breakups and sexcapades. It was so nice to be exempt from the drama.
Oh, bother. I might as well come out and admit it:
I have a crush.
OK? Got it?
I have a big monster crush on someone, and I have no idea why.
I don't think that he is good looking. I do not think that he has what I would consider an ideal bod. Lately, I have discovered that he's not even as smart as he sells himself to be. From my perspective, he has not one good quality (it does not end at what I've just listed).
I've managed to stop hating him, so why am I so attracted to him now?
Perhaps it's just the absence of the burning hatred that I only felt for him--my body cannot adjust to the lack of passion, so it adapts by filling the hole with dreaded attraction.
Just throwing things out there.
Who would have thought that I would become a teen drama llama?
Oh, bother. I might as well come out and admit it:
I have a crush.
OK? Got it?
I have a big monster crush on someone, and I have no idea why.
I don't think that he is good looking. I do not think that he has what I would consider an ideal bod. Lately, I have discovered that he's not even as smart as he sells himself to be. From my perspective, he has not one good quality (it does not end at what I've just listed).
I've managed to stop hating him, so why am I so attracted to him now?
Perhaps it's just the absence of the burning hatred that I only felt for him--my body cannot adjust to the lack of passion, so it adapts by filling the hole with dreaded attraction.
Just throwing things out there.
Who would have thought that I would become a teen drama llama?