Status: Finished

Thirty Letters in Thirty Days

Day two: the crush.

Harry,
This would be so much easier if you weren't a jerk. Seriously. I had to say it. I wish I didn't still love you, because my life would be so much easier. I hate you, and yet I still want to be with you. It sucks. Cock. Yes, that. I want to be close to you, but at the same time I want to tear out your entrails.
Enough about how much I hate you.
You may not be a good person all around, but your perks make up for that. You're charming. You're sweet. Your eyes look like caramel, which is awesome. (Yes, I want to eat your eyes. Nom. Nom. Nom). And, even if you're a dork, you're pretty cute. Like a sick puppy. I just want to take you home. And gouge out your eyes with a spoon. Nom. And you have some pretty quirky nicknames- like Autistic Poochyena.
If only you liked me, things would be so much easier. But, being the dork you are, you're completely oblivious to how others feel. Take your ex-girlfriend for example. You broke her heart, and you don't even know it.
So, here's hoping you'll never read this and realise I semi-hate-your-guts.
~Kris.