Dear BlanK,

Is it odd how when my phone rings, I'm starting to wish that it's you?

Tsk.

Feel free to mock me...

"Ah, that Danabelle. She is so pathetic. Someone's the least bit nice to her and she becomes totally obsessed with them. First it was that guy who gave her flowers, and some other guy who bought her chocolates, and a couple more others that I just can't remember who and what they did... And now BlanK."

So what? Yes. I have a psychological predilection to become romantically attached to men who are nice to me, due to the fact that I grew up with not many friends and left almost always alone at home with nothing but the Sweet Valley Twins to keep me company and Barbies to talk to. Does that mean, that if by some miracle, love does come into my life, I should deny it? No. I will not deny it or ignore it. What kind of person would that make me? A sappy pathetic girl who falls just like that? Fine. I don't care. It's true. So what?


As Always,
D.


P.S.: Yes, I stole Taylor Townsend's lines and changed it up a bit. Pfsh.