It takes a million times before it numbs you completely.

That's what pain is.

It takes a million I hate yous to make sense that you are not acceptable to them.

And it takes a million I love yous to finally mend a person's broken self.

I haven't had a love interest in so long, it rather feels so I don't need it.
I flirt but I don't know who to direct them to.

Fake dating feels like misogyny, but in the same manner written in books with a plot twist of ultimate romance. It becomes my ultimate favorite.

I am Fairy, ikyk.

Romance is a complicated thing, right?

Some people have it so easily. Some with such drastic twists and turns. Melancholy is found in some, hatred breaks a few.

I don't know why I am writing this but I just want to release ny heart in here, because I love y'all, even the ones I don't know or possibly won't see this, I am proud of you sm.

I didn't know what to title this chapter so.. Bear with me.

Toodles~~~