two hundred-twentieth.

dear (k)you,

i had a thought mapped out in my head a while ago. but then the stupid fan is being a bitch and i forgot all about it. shame. it was pretty witty, for me.

but all i can say is that it was about the little boy.

and how i wish he could see me as someone more. i mean, it hurts when he brushes me off like that.

why can't he develop juvenile feelings for me which can easily be mistaken as admiration?

and i hate myself for always hoping and thinking of these stupid possibilities because the universe made this stupid rule that once you thought about it, it will NEVER COME TRUE.

i mean, when was the last time you fantasized about a certain situation, and then boom, it happens just as you had imagined?

never right?

but come to think of it, i'm prolly the only person who'd be pathetic enough to make scenarios in my head.

pathetic. really.