why does love have to be so complicated.
why is it so hard to find someone who will love me until the day i die.
like love in books.
the fictional men.
they know how to treat a girl.
they never leave her.
or make her sad.
they always hold her hand.
they kiss her goodnight.
tell her she is wanted.
they would do anything to make her happy.
they treat her the way she deserves to be treated.

but what do i get?
nothing.
nobody wants me.
boys think i'm too fat.
too ugly.
too shy.
too mean.
they want the white skinny blonde girl.
the one who calls me ugly and used to bully me.

i've learned to not care about those boys.
they won't matter one day.

once i meet the man of my dreams.
the man on the paper.

(yes i'm delulu🤪)