Planets In The Houses II

*sighs dreamily* what is Wrong with him

I can’t believe the way the series ruined dexter’s character and erased his personality, I just read the first EAH book , damn he has personality, he isn’t just having a crush on raven , he’s nerdy , athletic, catapults cabbages for some reason , knows the library like the back of his hand , curious about his story , worried about it too cause he doesn’t have his entire life to prep for it like most ppl , actually interacts with raven enough to catch a crush .

Dexven in the books is soo superior, he’s the first royal to seek her out after legacy day , helps her in trying to see her story in the story book and she promises him to see his , helps her in finding the book about all the students , invites her and encourages the rebels to join the legacy day party , first person that approaches raven after she wears her legacy day fit , raven thinks about him and always describes him beautifully. I can’t wait to read the other eah books .

i want to be loved in the same amount that i love.

It's just empathy. It's probably just empathy.

I see him hurting, and I feel hurt too. More specifically, I feel hurt that I had hurt him.

I wasted away the tiny bit of trust he had on me. I diminished the spark we had. I shattered the rose-tinted glasses. I wanted to become his warming sun, but ended up as the one burning him down.

No matter how many times I can say sorry, no matter how many roses I can give him, and no matter the physical favors I can present to him, it just won't be the same.

I never really ask people to forgive me. Being forgiven or not, I still made them hurt. I also hurt because of that, and I hurt even more because of the fact that I'm so selfish that I get hurt because I made other people hurt. I always make it about me.

What a horrible person I am.

I should be gone for good, but that wouldn't undo the pain and burden I had inflicted on others. I should live on in agony and suffering so that I would feel as hurt as they were.

But that would be selfish.

What if other people notice it? What if people notice that I live in constant self-hatred and self-harm that they start to get concerned? Wait, that's asking for too much.

I can't help it, I'm just another selfish being. Writing this also makes me selfish. I'm typing this like I'm the most miserable person on earth, right?

romance ??? AND disgusting sex ????

we are so back (relapsing)

*showing visible symptoms* oh my god i need help desperately

*symptoms go away for one day* what if im just faking it

It's not that I didn't like you back, it's just that I couldn't.

Being the only child, I had and still have a lot of pressure on my back. I have to prove myself worthy to be an heir, and I have to get a beautiful wife to start a family with. It's never easy.

I always felt your stare when you pass by me in the hallway. At first, I didn't mind it. Not to be cocky, but as the son of a big shot, stares at me were never a strange thing. But yours was different.

Others looked down and underestimated me because of my privilege, but you didn't. Even the people that liked me didn't have their eyes sparkle like that. As if containing a thousand stars, you looked at me like I was a walking fine jade, eyes gleaming and all that.

I was always waiting for you to make a move on me, even though it's pointless now that we've parted ways. I didn't care if we couldn't work together romantically, all I wanted was for you to finally gather up the courage to confess.

After a while, I started feeling weird about myself.

Why talk so highly of him if he's just a nobody? Am I sure I'm not becoming like him? Am I becoming a secret admirer too?

Of course I couldn't admit to that. My family trusted me to continue the lineage. How could I just ditch them for someone I barely know?

I never knew your name or what class you're from. All I know was that you had a black sling bag with a small smiley face pin on the strap. I know that you liked to drink bottled iced coffee, and I know that you always bought egg custard buns on Thursdays.

Seeing you happy when you get fresh buns or sad when you didn't get any, it made me giggle once in a while. There are many times that I want to give you the snacks that got sold out, but I could only look at you, and nothing more.

If we ever meet again, I'll make sure that you look at me like that again. No matter how long it takes, I won't be a coward and finally give you the attention that you deserve.

Thank you for lighting up my days of youth, dear stranger.

donating my body to science so my corpse can be the cadaver that awakens a deeper understanding of lust and death in a second year med student