Me: (*reads Cantarella's new chapter.*) Why does this sound so... Oh! I forgot to post something last night!
I had an ache in my chest, and I realized unless I got it down on paper it would never leave me. I also left this almost blank journal on the stairs in the hope that somebody will read it and think about us humans.
Here goes…
Today is Valentine's Day. The day where people can't get to class without seeing two people making out in the halls, the day when I realize I'm single in a mass of couples. I'm probably one of the only 'Dex holders who isn't dating someone. Green and Blue are dating. Yellow and Red are. Black and White, Sapphire and Ruby, they're all dating too.
I, Crystal, am single. Single because I have no desire to be a man's toy. Because in all of the relationships I've seen, the girls are treated like trophies, or toys, or even Pokémon. Once they have their fun, the girls are left crying in the dust, and the boys have moved on to yet another toy. I've seen girls who gave everything, their virginity, their school life, their future, to boys who grew bored of them and left them.
I tell myself that I'm okay with being alone, that I'm waiting for that perfect guy who loves for who I am, not what I look like. I wear baggy clothes, never wear makeup, and don't bother with my looks. Nobody ever gives me a second glance.
Science shows that only so many people look for something other than looks when searching for love. I've never felt beautiflies in my stomach, never had my face go red for a boy. I am one of the select few who isn't running on hormones, and I'm not sure if it feels good to be one of the chosen.
Girls, girls, girls. Please, please stop killing me. I hate seeing people purge, hate hearing how much weight they lost. I hate boys pointing to girls in skimpy outfits in magazines, and then telling their girlfriend they need to look like this. I hate how girls act like animals, begging to please. Even Archy has more dignity. Ruby is constantly trying to give Sapphire a makeover, and I hate how he is trying to change her. Sapphire will always be Sapphire, and I don't ever want to see her change.
I am one of the only single people remaining in an apocalypse of hormones, and as one of the survivors I can only look on in horror. I'm still holding on, still hoping for someone to come along and save me.
…And the ache in my chest is worse now that I finally admitted the truth.
Author's note: As I read this, I realized Crystal in this fanfic is me. Because this is basically an accurate description of my school, and my life.
On a happier note, I'm posting this now instead of the planned release of Valentine's Day, which would have killed the mood.