Diary number 83
A letter to you
A letter from me
Love is an abomination to society
The ideal
So surreal
The feeling of floating is unreal
A temporary romance
In these tiny incapable hands.
My love for others has no bounds or commands
So, it's hard for me to set boundaries.
Or take a stand.
Love isn't an accomplishment
Or anything astonishing
It's just something sickening
that leaves me vomiting.
My heart isn't soaring
This romance is gory
And im always broken
by the end of the story
It can't be just me, with countless relationships by the age of 16
All of these have failed
And left me running,
needing to flee.
Boys are bugs
Boys are mean
But I'm too young
To love anybody.
My time is wasted
As a hopeless romantic
All of these K-dramas
Send me into a panic.
