Dear T,

If you read this then this is not for you. I don't like you.

I think it was embarrasing enough for me to invite you on a date just to not hear from you for a couple of months and then finally rejecting me, with a very tasteless joke,

I don't have twitter but I scroll through yours every day. It's become somewhat of a habit, like checking the mail or reading the newspaper. I do it as a part of some sick self-destructive routine. You are a nerd.

I'm not sure if you consider me your friend. I guess so, because you send me videos almost every day and invite me to plans with the rest of the gang. I think you are very handsome. I've thought of punching you way too many times. I don't think your idea of love is attainable or realistic.

This is not a love letter and there's nothing romantic, cute or sweet to this story. I'm unable to feel interested in another person that isn't you- which sucks because I want a stable relationship, I'm a hopeless romantic, I believe in marriage and that shit as stupid as it sounds, I want someone to look at me not even with love or understanding, just a bit of compassion.

I keep thinking I would've a chance with you if I was a girl. But alas, you're orthodox and I'm catholic so I was doomed to never get what I want, no matter the gender, God or universe. Plus I've seen the type of girls you've rejected before and let me tell you, you have no fucking taste.

But it isn't your fault, not entirely at least. Even though you are really pretty, my obsession would've still made its way through my nerves with another person anyway. I repeat: this is not romantic, I'm being entirely selfish here.

Now I just hope (and pray) to get interested in someone else -hopefully a girl- and move on.

And I hope you buy that old Tv from me cuz I need the money. It's kind of a scam ngl