- "Hehe, peek-a-boo! Oh, Um.. hello there, chum, are you still kicking..??"
- your turn . '
" kismesis " — 11/16/25
Ah, the delightful dumpster fire of your 'hate-ship,' a tango of tantrums and tenderness, a feud so epic it makes family squabbles look like a tea party; deep down, in the secret panic room of your soul, lurks a crush thicker than peanut butter, aimed squarely at your arch-nemesis, the bane of your existence! You're so obsessed, they're practically living rent-free in your brain. Oh, how you despise that moldy mango, that banana gone bad – a symbol of all your woes! Yet, sneaky adoration blooms; their face, somehow, doesn't make you instantly hurl. And the humor! So dry it could start a desert, so charming it almost makes you forget they're annoying. Let's not forget the sweet, sweet validation of their attention – even if it's negative. This emotional knot remains a secret, though, because Mr./Ms. Clueless is denser than a black hole, utterly oblivious to your twisted affections. They're just prancing around like a blissful moron, completely failing to grasp the depth of your internal drama. Their idiotic actions only fan the flames of your love-hate inferno, leaving you to wrestle with the head-scratcher that is fancying your foe.
He's giving you the 'lost-in-space' stare, fully aware you're mentally AWOL. But seriously, what grand scheme occupies your noggin? Plotting a lip-lock with him? Relax, darling, your mental escapades are classified. What the eye doesn't see, the heart—or in this case, the brain—doesn't grieve. Mum's the word!