One time I used to wish this city would swallow us whole in romance and fantasy. That was one time.
I must swallow them before I swallow me whole.
The new courtship practices dive into a dizzying hell hole.
The “You’re Not That Special” Disclaimer: This could be about you, and only you, but let’s just say that it’s not. Like the lovely genre of non-fiction, “You” are a blend of memories and experiences, maybe sorta kinda all blended into one person. And these kinds of characteristics mentioned in the below passage reflect that.
The utter melancholy and bitterness that my existence had come to me sitting in a room full of pretty pink flowers and waiting for a boy to call.