I’m turning 17 and still had no boyfriend since birth. Not that it’s a bad thing— cause I swear it’s not even close to being one— but hey, thinking about it, I’m the only one in my circle of friends who have never had a Romeo. Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror and look back at myself. No one has actually been attracted to me, or if there were any, they were cowards. I see a strong, confident girl in the mirror. Easy to anger but easy to sway emotionally. Sometimes I wonder if it’s my physique that make Cupid’s arrows elope when it comes to me.
I’ve been shot by that arrow, several times, though Cupid preferred to shot me alone and leave the one I’ve fallen to unharmed. I’ve been friendzoned, seenzoned, hahazoned and all. I’m sick of all these zones. I’m sick of wondering. I’m sick of waiting.
I don’t really know what to do. Sometimes I know I’ll be studying hard and will be foregoing all thoughts of romance. But now here I go again, wondering why no one has even tried to win my heart. It’s cheesy and stupid, but admit it, all of us thinks about the same thing in some parts of our lives. The only difference is that these uncertainties are answered for others, while mine still remains on air.
I know I’m not ugly. My attitude is not that bad either, though sometimes I can be a nagger and may curse time and again. But why, I ask once more, has no one even dared?
Cupid, explain yourself.