"As for my ideal type, I like someone who is beautiful and has an eye smile. And those who are pretty when they smile."
But I smile like a creep. My eyes screams "faker" when I grin like a Cheshire cat. And surely I am far from beautiful.
At that moment I realised I've crossed the line. I can't seem to define my reality anymore. This is so toxic. So unhealthy.
It's not love and it'll never be one.
I think it's just a damn obsession over someone who doesn't even bother to spare a glance to my damn existence.