we kissed. "are you happier now." you said. nobody's ever going to love me. but at least sadness doesn't devour me as easily. i got thoughts to banish the sadness and pain. the only thing i've ever wanted was for someone to love me. it's a tragedy. this is a love story that will end like r + j. but unlike shakespeare, my brain isn't dead. i will fight for love like the capulets and montagues. i will die for this love to last. and i will do anything just to make you happy. but yet, i'm still not loved. it's impossible for someone like him, my romeo whose eyes are darker than the night sky, to fall for a vulnerable juliet, who on the inside is a weak, emotionless girl who doesn't ever get what she wants.