So, I guess you're thinking this is some kind of fairy tale. The one where the girl gets the guy automatically? Well, let me be the one to break your heart and tell you you're wrong. Dead wrong.
It's always the pretty girl, head cheerleader, usually blonde, all that kind of shit, that gets the guy.
There's never talk about the outcasts, or the kids that aren't quite into sports but aren't quite losers. You know, those inbetweener kind of people. The mediocre ones, no one pays attention to them.
It's always the ones that are gorgeous and smart and funny that get to be the talk of the town, that get to have it all when their growing up.
And then there's me, Lolita Brown. A total nobody. I can guarantee you that if you took one look at me, you'd turn the other way. Lets just be honest here. There's nothing special about me, nothing that's interesting to any of you, I presume.
I don't judge people, I don't make fun of them, and that's usually because I'm the one they're making fun of.
I'm not into sports, or drama, or anything that could or ever will make me popular. I'm just an average girl like any of you. My skin has an olive tone, I've got green eyes and medium length brown hair- and let me tell you, it's a bitch to tame in the morning.
I run a not so successful blog about a boyband. Crazy, I know. But hey, we've all got out secrets.
It started way back when, a few years ago, this whole obsession kind of thing. In a way, they saved my life.
And I know for a fact that you're thinking How could some stupid boyband do that?
Very easily, might I add. You have a shitty day, they're there for you. You're having a shitty week, they're there for you. Anytime something ever goes wrong, they're there for you. Every time your Dad goes on a rampage because he's been drinking too much, well, I think you get the point.
These boys are here to lift you up even at your lowest points in time. No matter where, no matter when.
There's still things I have yet to explain;
One, I'm a compulsive liar. And not in the sense of lying about anything and everything. Just about my thoughts and my feelings. Every time you ask me how I am, even if I'm having the worst day, I'll just smile and say I'm fine.
Two, I love too hard. Every time I'm even close to being happy, I just end up scaring people away. I care too much for them and I guess it gets borderline weird. I'm very passionate about things, but in my own way.
Three, when you've got a family like mine, it's hard not to react the way I do. It's hard not to think crazy thoughts. It's hard to express how you feel, without taking it out on yourself.
And Four, I'm in love with a boyband who doesn't even know I exist. They've saved my life, but I don't know how I'd ever repay them.
I don't need pity, I just... Well, I don't know. I just need someone who cares; and I mean actually cares about me. But that's hard to find in this world. People are blind to the things that matter most.
